Still

Innocence is not wasted on the old
It is a treasure, coveted and loved
It is the sound of birds chirping at your window
A baby’s giggle
A child’s laughter
Nothing is ever forgotten
Everything remembered
And cherished memories are never waste
It’s precisely placed words
The sound of your breath
The pulse in when you speak
It’s all love
All about love
The space
The silence
The metaphors
The absence of you
Makes it all worthwhile
Makes life
Makes love
U are here
I am here
We’re still here
And I love you! Still!