The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Gone But Still Around

I've heard your name
ten thousand times over,
but you will never hear mine.
I will always see 
your face, but you
will never see mine.
I know the color
of your eyes, but
you will never hold
mine. I know the
way you walk, but
you will never watch
me. I know the
expressions on your face,
but  you will never
read mine. I know
that you know me,
but will never know
who I am. Remember
me, child, as I
will always remember you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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