she left me, and if she’d left this world
my life would be the same
for with her, she took the memories
yet traces still remain

searching my mind, i try to find
the memories that we once shared
for those traces dwell, and though i search well
my mind says they’re not there

she took with her the good and bad,
the friendship, times that made her sad,
and everything she hid so that
no one could tell she had.

so now when i see her,
i’m reminded of someone i once knew
her beauty alike, her voice, the same
yet i cannot recall who.