At least I don’t think of you anymore when it rains.

Well… not everytime anyway.

And that feeling I get whenever you’re mentioned,

I’m starting to become numb to it… maybe.

The song, the one where you told me how you felt,

I think I can hum it now without it taking my breath.

Your number, I’m sorry, but it’s stuck with me,

Even though it’s not mine to keep.

These may all seem like ambiguous tragedies,

But these are my certanties…

The moon – I don’t see how it can be anyone elses but mine and yours.

Especially when it’s full, I’m lost in old conversations.

You were admiring it, so was I.

I’d say it’s beautiful in my eyes.

Then you’d say, yeah, I think so too,

But not as beautiful as you.

The lightening – it was a light show to you.

Then you’d go on to tell me of your panaramic view.

You would tell me how amazing it was.

Then I’d say, yeah, I think so too,

But not as amazing as you.

These are the conversations I miss with you.

I’ve gotten used to not getting the answer “you” when I ask you what’s on your mind.

And by now, I know I won’t hear the sweet things you would say to me all the time.

You’re so predictable; I must say you’re so predictable.

Just like when you ask me how I am, I always say I’m fine.

I ask you the same, just to see what answer you’ll give me today.

Meaningless small talk continues, until I have to go or you fall asleep.

Then, once again, I’m left replaying conversations,

The new puzzling, the old pleasant, and I think…

The moon – I don’t see how it can be anyone elses but mine and yours.

Especially when it’s full, I’m lost in old conversations.

You were admiring it, so was I.

I’d say it’s beautiful in my eyes.

Then you’d say, yeah, I think so too,

But not as beautiful as you.

The lightening – it was a light show to you.

Then you’d go on to tell me of your panaramic view.

You would tell me how amazing it was.

Then I’d say, yeah, I think so too,

But not as amazing as you.

These are the conversations I miss with you.

Fragments of things said…

Pieces of places been…

All reminding me of you.

We used to know each other so well.

Our conversations weren’t mediocre then.

We weren’t as complacent and changed.

But even though things are altered now,

Our conversations remain.