Captive
you are quickly growing older
the tops of your shelves are acquiring dust
the books you've read pages turning yellow
the lampshades cracking give hint to the life you've made
The junction on your wooden floorboards
the place where we met
is wearing to dust
comments on the page
cutouts of the news
are the thoughts that you had
that we'll never lose
you live in my head
your words hold me captive
the little things you've said
your words hold me captive
everything you said to me
has a special place in my memory
I'll carry it on
even when you're gone
and the messages you left for me
in the columns of the books you read to me
I'll carry it on
even when you're gone