Though your name is sometimes lost,
I slip to past and you are missed,
though my eyes wander away from yours,
you see in me, see for me.

I may forget to eat and move,
the world goes on you think too soon,
though my lungs forget to heave,
you’re standing there breathing for me.

I do not mean to snap and bite,
go find someone so I can hold you tight,
and when I’m gone more than I already am
remember me fondly remembering you.