what remains.......

when our presence
becomes nothing more
than just a memory
A bit of our own eternity
is left in the souls
the hearts
of those who care
Telling yourself
that it's your fault
that you could have saved them
from the things they faced
is so unrealistic
Love requires us
only to love
even
in the face of their pain
Life is less than lustrious
when taken over by one storm
after the other
What's left
when dreams are scattered
to the wind.
fights
fought too hard
to even begin to win
living somewhere
in memories of things
they could not be changed
faint resemblances
of the person that once was
In the days of peace
when we all shared a pleasure
although
briefly spent
knowing
that the certainty
of sorrow
faces each of our tomorrows
and it lies between
what was
and what will always be
The distance between
the agony
of seperation
is like a sea that has no shore,
what we are
and are no more
no reason can endure
the knot of pain
no explanation can unbind
so numb and raw
as to how much
you would like
to have them back again
To lose someone
who's loved you all your life
Where do you go
how do you find peace
in a place
that has no peace at all
When we step out of time
to become nothing more
than a memory few can recall
A bit of our eternity
sits in the souls
of those who care