Writing

Even if was never

About legacy

Your memory

Cannot mean nothing

Your family

Should remember you

And admittedly

No matter what we say

This

Is true.

So who

Will speak

I'm scared

of uttering the words

"I love you"

Again.

Because what if 

it was something

I never really meant? 

Two creatures

inseparable

a bond stronger than that of two people;

returning to the comfort of the other

even after time has passed.

There for the other

stronger together

weakened alone

Far to the east

The waterfall flows
 

A wellspring of life

As everyone knows
 

Beneath the cliffs

It washes away strife
 

Bringing to hearts

A joyous light

      she doesn’t        exist but as

a small dream sinking through me

that the night is quiet endlessness;

Why does your soul cry

When your eyes meet mine?

Why does your smile fade

When my voice cascades?

How do you flow 

Through the crowd?

How do you speak

Through your tears?