Do You Remember

Walk down the beach,
What do you remember,

'bout me?

My face,
My smile,
My eys?

Do you remember me?
The fun we shared,
The sorrow we faced,
The fears we conqured.

At night,

alone,

I remember you.

The feeling of your skin against mine,
Your sweet breathe,
Your eyes,
The sense of peace deep inside me.

Now I search,

Aimlessly,

For someone like you,

Yet not.



Failing.


-Jarel Lighthawk

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Mayan, in the year 255 AF.