Memento Mori

I thought of you today
I think of you every day
Of course
My first lover
My first heartbreak
I thought about your scar
Which rent your chest in half
The scar that promised a long life
Yet failed to deliver
I thought about your voice
Which sang me awake
The voice making empty promises
Yet I was compelled to believe
You were so earnest
In your scattered way
I miss you
And your pithy remarks
Your heart was true
But too weak
Know that I think of you
Every day
You were my last happiness
Of course