The hand I held I still recall,
The lips I kissed as well;
The places that we went alone,
Each sight sound taste touch smell

But what I don’t remember
Kind of shocks me, in the end:
I don’t recall the moment when
I stopped being your friend

The moment I ceased listening
To what you had to say;
Or when I left off caring how
You went about your day

There was a time, I do recall,
You realized what had gone:
And wondered if your memories
Were real, or all a con

You moved on, sadly, while I tried
To pose as Mr. Cool —
But what I don’t remember
Is why I
Was such
A fool