I often find myself wondering
if there's anyone else who sees life the way I do

If there's someone out there
somewhere
who silently caresses the edges of memories with their fingertips

Hoping to leave imprints of their soul on them
if even for a fleeting moment

Someone looking for a way to say
I was here

You may not have heard me
You may not remember my face

But I'll carry you always
I was here