A Year Or So From Now

A year or so from now, when you hear thunder in the sky, pretend it is me talking to you. Think of me, from time to time. Remember me, remember me. When a song plays that was one of my favourites, sing along with it for me. Sing loud and clear. I'll be with you. I'll be with you. Do not grieve for long. Instead, play again those funny moments when life was long and years of sharing stretched ahead. Hear the humour we shared, and smile again at old jokes. A year or so from now, when you are looking at pictures, see again how happy we were. These are what matter, I think. The joyful seconds that make the mundane easy to bear. Those scattered, silly laughing things that stay eternally present in the mind. We are only hands that clap in harmony for a limited time. Touches of spaces that are full of vigour, than are empty. Hesitant to leave what we know, knowing it must be so. A year or so from now, remember me. Remember me.