Still in my Memories

I’ve tried to write our story so many times before
But it seems the words keep slipping away from me
The paper crumbles beneath my unsteady hand
While my pen grows wings and flies to a far off place
Where my heart has gone to be with yours again

We said “if things were different maybe then…”
But there’s no proof the walls would still hold fast
The roof was leaking and the windows were broken
Nails stuck out of the floor to catch us unaware
Even with the house gone our foundation still stands

Each drop of rain reminds me of the day we danced
And naturally I use the term “danced” lightly here
Because you stepped on my feet at least five times
Although I didn’t mind tripping into your arms
I would’ve tripped all night just to have you close