A memory slice keeps playing in my head,
endlessly stating it’s inaudible existence.
There’s a heartbeat missing with endings disappearing.
As I wake, the light sparkles my mind believing, that you would stay.
If you stay, we’ll walk up that mountain
watering the trees you planted on the way.
We’ll sing to the tune of the morning robin
and catch the butterflies in the garden game.
If you stay,
We’ll be the dry leaves flying with the wind today.