Fading
"you're gonna live"
I still think about you, all the time. It’s hard to forget when you’re so close to my heart. I can remember your smile, and your voice sometimes, low and sweet. I remember the way we talked, the way we listened.
Sometimes I think I can hear you, in the rustle of the leaves or whispering secrets on the wind. Or sometimes I’ll feel you here, in the fabrics of the blankets. But you’re fading, not as loud in your whisperings, not as frequent in your visits. And some nights I can’t remember you, wonder if you were ever really here at all or if I just dreamed you.
“You’ll be… my living legacy.”
Sometimes I think I can hear you, in the rustle of the leaves or whispering secrets on the wind. Or sometimes I’ll feel you here, in the fabrics of the blankets. But you’re fading, not as loud in your whisperings, not as frequent in your visits. And some nights I can’t remember you, wonder if you were ever really here at all or if I just dreamed you.
“You’ll be… my living legacy.”