The Unforgotten Room
by A Writer
I still remember you kiss my cheeks as I look outside that window
Somewhere far, a lifetime ago.
I still remember you hold me tight, I still remember you hug me close
Somewhere far, long ago.
If I can go back to that place, If I can go back to that time,
If I could, I’ll give these all up a second time.
And when it ends, I’ll wish again.
I’ll give these all up once more.
Over. And Over. And Over.