Collection_Denouement: M E M O R I E S

In the end, you'll be gone, as they all do eventually, When other words feel closer, When a hug warms you, And takes away the cold.

When what you've been waiting for comes knocking at your door (don't hesitate to let it in.) When new promises begin. You'll stop looking for me,

You'll say now that's impossible, But I've seen it before, Memory, like a child, Plays and runs for candy, Leaving its toy By a park bench