• In life fleeting we find what it is to be alive,
    though transient, this existence is meaning,
    Henceforth we are as flowers to wither in the wrought of days,

    Can you see in you, what I had seen that day we met?
    could you too, help but notice that single moment,
    though short,
    would stain us forever..

    know that in death i will not forget,
    this, we, us, you, and the now,
    i watch you as you turn to shadows,

    touch my face one last time,
    as you too, recall every memory,
    Remember me, remember us, remember we, remember everything.

    Tell me we will meet again,
    whether truth or fallacy,
    i want to hear you say it one last time.

    though heaven cannot be seen,
    your eyes are to mislead you,
    believe me as i am,
    it is there.