You are imprinted along the folds of my memories,
What is life but the transience of a waning breeze?
You are etched across the markings of my scars,
What is life but the leaves dwindling from their thrones?
You are a reflection of my kindred soul,
What is life but an echo fading into the air?
You are a piece of me, strung into the cycle of my being,
What is life but a rose withering after its time approaches?
You are within the pages of my heart,
What is life but the passing of moments gone by?
A sunset across the hills
Lifetimes of memories, joy and grief
Until they are no more than a flicker that sparks
As your eyes close and you smile
With your last breath and your last moment
For me to remember always till
My life shrivels too beneath the dust below.