We'll always be dark
The deep seas
The midnight breeze
It may not be real
But that's sort of okay
We'll always be here
In the images
And pictures
That we hold dear
Resting in the winds
And the end of currents
Perhaps you'll even see them
In the memories left behind
Of an object left askew
Or the absence of a touch
A greeting
A meeting
What's always here
Will only leave
Once you are no longer you
