When you go, I don't wish to force or imply it otherwise.
I know she'll ask about me one day; what will you say to her? That I never listen, and my heart doesn't beat like hers does?

How about you talk about those beautiful memories we shared together? When we sat under the moonlight, while you lifted me onto your lap.

What about the time we faced many difficulties together, and I was holding your hand? How about the time life seemed tough to give up, but a hand was there to hold?

What about those nights when coldness crept across the night, when all you needed was warmth and comfort? How about those days when we had nothing, yet my feet never moved?

How about the day when we felt lonely, yet didn't...