Is my heart still beating?
Or is it the steady end of one thing and the beginning of another?
My footsteps no longer stay but they fade
Leaving no trace of me or my impression upon this life
As a flower of the field blows in the wind and is gone
So to will I travel across this life
Will my place remember me?
Will it acknowledge that I was here?
Where new life now buds its head
There is no preview of a life's rise and fall
Only a whisper of what once was and everything that occurred in between and in the meantime
One thing I must conclude
I did not walk alone
I walked as two....
©sparrow28
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