And after the years have scattered
Like leaves across a cloud-strewn sky,
And after the photographs
Have been wrapped in tissue paper
And locked away, forgotten
Misbegotten remembrances of a time
I will still remember you
Despite my stubborn heart.
Maybe I won't recall
The exact color of your eyes
Or the perfect tenor of your voice,
But your presence will still remain
Like an invisible imprint
Marking all of my tomorrows.