Little by little we all fall apart.

One by one, we disappear from this Earth's landscape.

Our memory fades until,
it finally drops below the horizon, permanently.

Remembering those lost ....

Once a day becomes once a week.

Once a month becomes once a year.

Our body, our memory is now but dust upon the wind -

But....

A gentle breeze through your hair I might be  -

A grain of sand in between your toes along the shoreline -

A shadow at 2pm beside you -

A drop of rain running down your cheek -

A ray of morning sun light that warms you through the blinds -

A snowflake that lands on your eyelashes -

A cloud to bring you shade on a hot summer's day -

A pumpkin orange leaf that your eyes just can't deny -

A star that appears to be falling out of the sky -

A light from the moon that guides you through the darkest night -

One day,

these will be the ways of how we will meet again,

how you will remember me once more .

These ways,

may be my encore.