Why should I cry,

when I know you are laughing?

Why should I die,

when I know you are living?

Why should I remember,

when I know you are forgetting?

Why should I keep this dying ember,

when I know you threw it away?

It is because you are laughing,

that I cry.

It is because you are living,

that kills me inside.

It is because you are forgetting,

that makes me want to remember.

It is because it was yours,

that I want to keep the ember.