It was all to well

I was there, the feeling like hell. the tears I shear, the cries I fear. yes, I remembered it all to well. Up the stairs, From your motorcycle chairs, To ice cream shells. It was only pain I fell, from that agony, that, I remember all to well. those small conversations, from "I love you" connections, to lover impersonifications. yes, the pain stayed like a shell, and, made me remember it. all to well.