Dedicated to all the amazing people I'm going to miss...
The words burn down into ashes,
The smile fades into the tears.
Dusting the delicate, crinkled pages
The memories however, don’t disappear.
It’s a hard thing
To let it be and go;
Those endless, heartfelt hours stay
Reminding you of them far and beyond.
There are those always, few
For whom a melody the heart sings
The sweet murmurs echo in the darkness
From the deep hollows within.
Stays behind is what
Remains etched forever, never to fade anymore.
As every page is filled, turned
Every passing breath in you wishes
To go back and live them again and again.
Strange and twisted are the tricks of time
As it slips through my fingers like sand,
Gathered those precious buds
From this garden gently, I’ve
Tucked carefully in the pages.
Their fragrance now fills my life
And when I’ll rest in peace some fine day,
They’ll be of the best things ever happened.
Memories are as they say
Crucial reminders of our existence.
Qu'est-ce qu'un magnifique poème!
speechless!
@thoughtwriter--merci beaucoup!