The memories burn-

The memories fade-

Like ashes in the winter rain.

The ache in my soul-

Never lets go-

The numbness consumes me from within.

If I could scatter the ashes of our love.

Maybe I would be OK.

If I could scatter the ashes of our love.

Maybe the ache would go away.

The memories stick like barbs in flesh.

Every I love you another gash.

How I wish I could take it all back.

I never meant to trust you.

I never meant to love you.

I never meant to miss you after you went away.

I guess the scars of your love will never completely fade.