Precious Remains Poem by Alex McCullough

The remains of the past,
Blow right by me,
As I stand in this moment, along with you.
It may not be the future we longed for,
Bringing all of our hopes into reality,
Since the only thing which can bring that about is our dreams.
A fierce storm,
Howls in the depths of the night,
Crying out for our futures in tomorrow,
It won't stop; It's too close; I can't hold on much more........
But I won't give it up!
If it's something more valuble than any possession,
And more precious than your very life,
I'll be there right beside you, holding on too!
Give it to me,
And I swear I won't let go!
Because if it's something dear to you,
And since you're special to me also,
Then I'll cherish it as I would my own,
Because it's as important to me,
As that first breath we spoke to each other.