Take it with you when you go, he said.
I could only nod, a million thoughts shattering my head.
The twisted words wrenched from my throat
Were forgotten when the velvet touch swept past my neck.
The air hung heavy in the deepening gloom,
Muffled sounds only from the fireflies and stars
The softest touch, almost not even there at all
But enough to carry away on a breeze.
The time seemed to linger on yet
Was too quickly gone.
Holding every word, every look, every laugh,
Now all remain as memories.