There will be a moment
when the ones we love,
no matter who they are,
will be gone
to a place we cannot trail,
one we cannot control
or avoid.
There will be a moment
when all that remains
are memories.
The beautiful ones
will linger longest,
the echoes of their laughter,
the warmth of their hands.
We can only hope
we make enough of them
before that moment comes.
There will be a moment
when all that's left
are pictures of us
with the ones we love,
smiles so bright,
they almost feel alive.
We only pray that,
When that time comes,
we’ll have those pictures
to hold close.
When that moment arrives,
their faces will live in stories we tell,
their laughter in frames on the wall.
The only hope is,
we live these days together,
keep the pictures we took,
and love them deeply
before darkness calls.