With every sunset that you see
Think of me
When the moon sits full and high upon her perch
Think of me
As the cool autumn winds whisper across your skin
Think of me
And I'll be there, reminding you of how it was.
What we were.
The way we moved so fluently in tune to each others soul
When you feel like I'm no longer here, and I'm a distant ghostly memory.
Know in those things I'll always be.
Think of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem