loves memory has traced an outline in this place.
But will the spider remember,or the sun?
Did the water capture our fates in permanence?
Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
Our secret has been revealed.
Yet i have told no other.
I write these words in silence,in mute testimany
to what once was.
But our image reamins alive in this place,
It can not be removed.
You,me
We,then
Were here,
We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow
We caught a brief glimpse of loves 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.