The walk between prologue
and epilogue
lasts a span of time
only you can decide
We live
We cry
We die
The emotions tower in you
only last a rain showers
No matter how you see us
your opinion only lasts
the length of a pen
in the writer’s hand
The remanence of us
like ghosts live in
the echo of your resounding life
in drips, drops and shreds
Every now and then
You raise a glass
toast to our unceasing spirits
residing in the depth
of your heart
Really very touching. You’ve expressed the aspects of an individual’s life with such precision. Love the book and life analogy. 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you kindly Terveen. I am happy that you found it relatable.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is so, so good! Very glad I got to read this!
LikeLiked by 1 person