Maybe, I live on until your presence in my life is just a moment that passed by, until you're a flicker of a soul casting silhouettes in my mind, until you're a flashback that haunts me in the middle of the night, until you're a candle light and the wax is burnt away by sunrise. Maybe, I don't.
Either way, we're remembered. Even if it's just for a moment, every now and then.
(And maybe, we're remembered eons later when our names are spoken in a dead language and the story of our life is turned into a legend on a tapestry.
After all, they never forget lovers, and tragedies like ours are rarely ever forgotten; they're just polished into something beautiful.)
the end
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in a dead language - vmon
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