i know how you take your coffee
loads of sugar like you're not sorry
i know you like quiet in the morning
but you'd still mumble "sorry i'm boring"
crescent-shaped eyes when you smile
and how you chuckle like a child
white knuckles whenever you're stressed
i'd hold you in my arms, say "you did your best"
or that's what's left in my memories; funneled
through trains of thoughts that collide with the tunnel
of time, scrape against its boundaries
files the sadness, leaves behind the bliss
i have no use left for these information of you,
housing them in remembrance past its due
but so what?
i love you, i loved you, down to your bones
and i'll keep loving you until i don't