Já Amor Tebe

That morning the years rolled over
I became another year older

But
We lost you.

How is that fair?

“How was your birthday?”
It’s difficult to say,
Shall I shock you and tell you what happened?

“Don’t worry it will pass”, a friend on the phone
wishing to hold me, but so far from home
Hoping to break our despair.

How is it fair?

Remembering you has to be the easiest thing
I have ever had to do,
The laughter hits us all
And you can’t help but grin,
Because everything you lived for was fun,
Every moment
Was one to experiment with
And love.

Being 19 has nothing new for me,
Why should I get older,
When you are not allowed to be?