2026-07-02
Even when you’re not with me,
I feel your warmth.
Your presence bounces around in my body.
And you’ll always be with me.
Because I still carry the memory of yesterday,
when you smiled at me.
That’s how your existence spreads,
by permeating the field of spacetime.
Does a person really ever dissappear?
Or are we just constantly passing on the torch?
Perhaps the conceptualization is not the thing that matter.
I know I want to give my fire to you.