Welcome to life, where nothing is fair,
Took my bricks and built your house elsewhere.

I remember that moment, when you were here,
Here in my arms, as I held you near.

Cuddled from dusk, now its dawn
You've moved on and I'm holding on.

In my eyes, you saw a reflection,
But in yours, I saw perfection.

In that moment, your face I graced,
Your lips I taste, as I have fallen in a calm white place.

But that's now a memory
A memory I can't fade.

Trying to swim but I can barely wade;
I guess I'm preserving something that's already decayed.

Then again, this is life;
Where someone can have a loaf of bread,
And be envious of your slice.

~Tremar Ivey~