What's Left

I won't remember our first meeting
I'll barely recall our last
I won't remember your birthday
Nor our anniversary

I won't remember that funny thing you said
That made me cry
I won't remember that video
About the thing, you know the one

I won't remember your father's name
I'll forget you have a sister
I won't remember what flowers you like
Or the color of your eyes

I won't remember your pains
I won't remember your laughter
I won't remember your sorrows
I won't remember your joys

But I tell you this
I will remember
I will remember that you are mine
So don't you fret
And don't you forget
That I'm yours too