Sometimes I wish I had amnesia.
I wish I could forget everything, Forget you and your name.
Sometimes when I lay awake at night, I think of you, Of us.
And sometimes, Only sometimes, I hear your name roll off the tip of my tongue.
Itâs in a whisper, And then I remember all the whispers, Especially the ones in my room.
I miss the nights youâd sneak in to see me.
I miss the nights youâd protect me from my nightmares.
I miss you.