Forever?

Dearest you:

We know sands have poor memories.
Our footsteps will not stay, will not be etched in her mind forever.

What is forever?
A citric fragrance that lingers so briefly?
A song that reasonates softly in the dark?
A finger that is drunk on a loving touch?

What is?

We walk the forgetful path of Time, losing our own consciousness
as each step dissolves.

You look at the moon, overhead.
Bending low, a pure shaft dies in your empty grasp.
That, is forever.

Dear you:

We will go on in our strides.....past every tree and sapling.
To a destination fuzzy and warm.
To Forever.

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Time flies every day.
I must make some notes.
Before I forget.