I press my fingers to my lips
Remembering the last reminents of your passing by
Almost like the wind, you pass through
Leaving only a brief knowledge of your presence
If I didn't know better
A dream I swear it was
Almost a moment ago it seems
Years though have changed us
No longer what we were
The passion has been diluted by our responsibility
Older we get
Wiser we become
Less intense our feelings
Just a monotony that keeps us going
And remembering a time long past