Returned to the Sender

I pretend to remember
memories of splendor
The fistful of memories
returned to the sender

I can feel her
She emerged - bathed in gold
And I sat next to her everyday
I remember when you used to watch me write

I can see her
She waited on the threshold
but she was still human
I remember when we used to fight

I can hear her
She talked for a million years
and I had all the time to listen
I remember when it wasn't right

I can taste her
And Everything is so real
AND I DO NOT CARE
I remember when you used to say "good-night"

I pretend to remember
memories of splendor
The fistful of memories
returned to the sender