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You let me adore you, once.
Warmly, you smiled at me,
And tenderly you spoke,
I never wanted a hero,
Just something warm and tender to cherish.
 
Now you are gone,
You deny me.
 
All I have left are my memories.
Weightless, like ash, I hold them in my hand,
And watch as the breeze steals you piece by piece.
 
I’ll drink to your memory, while it lasts,
While it lasts it will sear me inside,
A toast will subdue the sting.
 
I’ll drink to your memory, while it lasts,
When it’s gone, I’ll be empty inside,
A toast will help it linger on.
 
I’ve no more tomorrows.
I’ve no more todays.
I lost them all when you shunned me,
You took them all away.