Love
What’s left of an old flame?
A plant bought again, taken care of.
In the air, lingering that name
That used to mean love.
What’s left of an old flame?
A thought if those letters still exist
After those days when first got kissed
In the air, lingering that name
What’s left of an old flame?
A memory of lyrics that said goodbye
For hesitation’s squander
In the air, lingering that name
That did not want to try
Then any longer
What’s left of an old flame?
A flashback of palms’ incidental contact
A remembrance concrete or abstract?
In the air, lingering that name
What’s left of an old flame?
Raspberries planted and taken care of
In the air, lingering that name
That used to mean love
