I start counting the street lights as I was thinking about You.
Each light reflect a great moment with You.
The road ends while walking, and so are your memories.
I walked back trying to love that moment I cherished briefly.
As I walk, it didn’t strike back, I stopped, trying to recall.
I tried and tried, but then I realized.
Just as you walk away so is the memories.
So now I am here nothing in hand, except me and the long walk back as always before.