I was the memory..
of those lanes,,
that blew with lights,,
In the sombre pain..

I was the memory..
of the passing night,,
that stood lunatic,,
for the irrelevant heights..

I was the memory..
of your smile,,
that drowned me up,,
In your anchored while..

I was the memory..
that carries your parts,,
the ones that you loosed,,
impressing other hearts..

I was the memory..
of the holding strings,,
that bonded the souls,,
within...