Among My Souvenirs
There's nothing left for meof days that used to be.They're just a memoryamong my souvenirs.
Some letters tied with blue,a photograph or two.I see a rose from youamong my souvenirs.
A few more tokens restwithin my treasure chest,and though they do their bestto give my consolation,
I count them all apartand as the teardrops startI find a broken heartamong my souvenirs