When your legs don’t work like they used to
And my eyes become caged within lens
When you lose your penchant for make-up
And my face becomes wrinkled
Will I still find solace in the smile from your face?

When 30 metres become a long distance
And age takes its toll on your memory
When I can no longer bend to kiss your lips
And you can’t leap to lose my old tie
Will I still find comfort in the truths from your lips?

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your ears still hear my dwindling voice?
Will you still remember how firm our hugs were?
Will the birds remind you of our late night walks?
Will your nose still smell my fading fragrance?

When my hair is all but grey
And your mouth lose its taste
When long chats don’t interest you
And my hands begin to shake
Will the old flower vase remind you of 17?

Wrap me within your warm hands
Place your head on my beating heart
Sing to me the ballads of Bazaar
And whisper to my ear
The odes of old

When my heart stops beating
Will you remember the sight of my face?
When I utter my last words
Will you remember the warmth of my hands?
Will you remember all but all?

August 22, 2018

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