When I’m gone,
Do you promise to remember what the sound of my voice felt like?
How my fingers slipped into your palm
How your wrist felt my pulse.
Remember the way you smiled
When I inked you in my poetry,
When every word had something to speak of you.
Remember the gleam in my eyes
As they reflected yours,
How my name echoed with yours.
Remember the way I espied you
A way none else could
With belief more than yours on yourself.
Remember my warmth, when you’re stranded out cold
Remember every second, when you had my hand to hold.
When I bid adios, when all of me will fade, Every shade,
My voice, my image, my essence,
Do you promise to keep me safe
In your Reminiscence?
~ Words Above Swords ~