I remember

Opened the door,
Tell me a little more,
Stood by the frame,
Let’s pretend it’s a game,

But the games we used to play,
They’re just memories of yesterday,
So I’ll just pack them in my suitcase instead,
And keep it hidden beneath my bed,

But what about today?
Here we are with nothing left to say,
We’re doing our best to forget,
Even though our story by far isn’t over yet,

I closed the door,
To your fading silhouette,
What’s the point? What for?
No point in getting upset, nor regret.