Memory
They never really leave us.
The man rode in the darkest of night,
so far deep that there was no light.
He passed the highest mountain,
and the lowest valley;
went as far as any two eyes
could see.
He ran out of food, he ran out of water;
and that’s when he saw her.
The one who he’d lost after so much strife;
in the dark he saw his wife.
Tears in his face he ran in the dark
as his eyes glittered with a spark.
He turned to his love, and here’s
what he said:
“I’ve missed you so; I can’t accept
you are dead.
I lived only for you;
please return.
I cannot go on without you.”
The lady turned to her husband
with glowing eyes,
knowing the time had come,
to say goodbye.
“Dear, remember one thing
forever and always.
Though it may seem our hearts
are apart,
apart can never be two hearts which
are one.
The past cannot be changed; what is done
is done.
But from my memory, you must
not run.
Perhaps you cannot see me, but see you
I always will;
May the winds be howling, or the
world be still.
Within you, I will echo like a bell’s chime.
Within you, I will remain until the end of time.”
