Saturday, March 26, 2011

Onward

You are gone now
And I never really knew
One of the few sparks
Lingers on

A faint impression
A little shared
Whatever might have been
Passes on

Will there be tomorrow
Before its too late
Outrun life itself but it
Catches on

Meaningless in meaning
Feelings but fleeting
Skip a breath but time
Marches on