Do you remember that night, when I sang you songs: from Drake to your favourite films, whilst you were making a tuna sandwich at half past two? Do you remember me from time to time when your thoughts are clouded too? Do you remember all the good times we had? Or do you remember just the crazy, the bad and the sad?
Now that you’re long gone it feels as if you were just a fragment of my imagination. Maybe it was, when I thought you loved me too.