Sometimes, I see visions of the future
These images are always things that I hate
Does this mean my fortune is fading,
Or something else?
All of your memories are left in the corner of the room,
Trapped in pages that will soon burn down to ashes.
Should I stay here and protect your memories with my life,
Or should I let it go?
All these things that you couldn’t vocalize remain frozen in ink
There’s not much time left before these flames devour the one last thing you left
Even if everything is black and white two hours later,
Your memories will remain alive deep in my heart for all eternity…
Aiden Florence
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-burning-away/
