Made of marble
Painted on canvas
The physical fades but the echoes still remain
Soft spoken words
Your gentle touch
My sister’s laugh and my mother’s sigh
Time won’t stop for thee
When time ends for me
“If thou wilt remember and if thou wilt forget.”
All that is solid
Melts into air
Our emotions
Intangibles that we share
What I can’t touch
All my feelings
Those moments gone
All my being
All that is solid
Melts into air
Those moments gone
Those moments gone
What I can't touch
Yet I hold on
All my being
Those moments gone
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