I know our memories never made it to platinum or gold.
But I replay them like the day we made them.
Hearing the smiles and feeling the seasons never get old
when I’m taken back to the days of “I Love You’s” again.
Parts of the playlist can still be a little rough to listen to.
I still hear your voice instead of Mariah’s singing “Always be my baby”
where we were in the kitchen of our old apartment—making love.
I can’t believe it’s been 18 years since you let go my hand and headed to heaven.
I know that time stands still where you are.
I still burn CDs to have you right here with me.
Hopefully, heaven lets your voice reach passed the stars
and straight to me to title another playlist of memories.