Creeping into my consciousness, part deux

You sneak up on me
infusing me with memories
i'd rather not think about right now
My cheeks are heated
my breath caught
in my giddiness
of remembering

I cannot remember when it was last
that i did not think of you

You sneak up on me
with fragments of what was done
what was said, what was not
little clues you left
with your image burned into my brain
they remind me to call you
even though i know i shouldn't

I cannot remember when it was last
that i did not miss you

You sneak up on me
with the songs we listened to
With Beck languidly played in the background
its wistful voice telling us of the inevitable
i remember with a gentle smile
how we swayed gracefully with a song of love
which sang a million heartaches
in silence we held each other
to the end

I cannot remember when it was last
that i did not love you...