Feeling full of everything 

you thought you could bring

We spent a year trying to write our names on the wall

Over and over again

Etch them in

Souvenirs, tokens 

Of time stolen

Let me whisper in your ears

It’s better than tears

Little imperfect mementos 

Of all we went through

And standing at the keys I used to try to pause for a moment and tell myself: hold onto this feeling.