we are a brush of life,
next to each other a blink of an moment
in infinitesimal spacetime.
“where do we go when we go?”
i know that even when we are gone,
the love we shared, it remains.
lingering in the blossoming flowers
hope in the springtime,
floating in the sweet scent of apple pie
in the flowing countryside,
between the notes of a songbird’s
lullaby,
resting in the hues of a sunset over
mountains.
someday someone will trace
the same path we walked through that forest,
that night you told me we were best friends
and the time we were given
would never truly end.
someday someone will bite into
that type of pecan pie you loved so much,
and the smile on their face
will remind time of you.
someday someone will rest
in the shade of the oak tree
that grew out of the acorn we
planted together under the rising sun.
we are a brush of life,
next to each other in infinitesimal spacetime.
and the smiles, the laughs,
the tears and the hugs
remain, weaving like echoes of a fading song
through the cosmos to the end of time.
i know that even when we are gone,
the love we shared will always remain.