When it's over
Saluting to what was
A heavy hand and a heavy heart
A fleeting smirk
Tears hiding inside their chambers;
Sometimes one slips out
I remember the conversations
I remember the music that would fill innocent silence
I remember how you smelled
I remember how we tasted;
we were the number one menu item
I remember your touch and how you made me quiver
I remember you
I remember when it was over
An impasse with no warning
...When it's over
Saluting to what was
A heavy hand and a heavy heart
A fleeting smirk
Tears hiding inside their chambers;
Sometimes one spills out,
and makes a big splash