I can hear Annabel Lee

That spring we set sail, and the crowd waved from shore, and on board the sailors waved their caps,

But I'd never had family, just the Annabel Lee, so I never had cause to look back.

What I didn't realize was that

She, she was my family

They describe nostalgia as memories of things that never happened. 

Then what is that smell? And how can I remember where it came from?

Annabel Lee. I can hear her voice when she talks of my comrades, as she weeps lyres of us long lost sailors

Who attempted to inhale our dreams in a breath 

cut short under the sky full of ice.