Will you pass by me, without any recollection

of what it was

to have felt so loved.

Will i ever take your name and not be filled with a thousand 

newnesses that the coming of you initiated in me.

Will i after years of dust 

be able to look at these moments with the same vividness,

where every song and every smell 

conjures an image more real than today.

Will this magic that is inside me now,

die like fireflies do after two nights of twinkling.

Will it matter if you are made of flesh and blood

or by then just a figment of my imagination and memory

Is a lifetime even enough to contain 

this eternity 

within just a breath of yours 

on my neck.