My mind will never forget, my life was empty before you but flourished thereafter.
Thoughts of you are artifacts of a blessed time together, in another phrase, souvenirs.
Mementos of our love, memory is never lost, but for the temporary nature of living.
Please keep forgiving me, though I am unworthy, I seek to know your being.
But this torn flesh bears the cost, and despite once being young, I am now old.
The memories I have of our time are still stark and lush, but my flesh grows cold.
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am
in them, and that is eternity.”
