Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
But will the spider remember, or the sun?
Did the water capture our faces in eternalness?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret been revealed.
Yet I have told no other.
I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
to what once was.
But our image remains alive in this place.
It cannot be removed.
You, me,
we then,
Were here.
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
We were not liars,
But thieves of time.
For now time has now forgotten us,
yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
this place that was ours.