Living In Memory
I have taught myself to believe that people don't die,
They are just so far from us.
So far that we can't touch them,
So far that they can't hear us talk,
So far that no distance in flesh can reach.
For I believe that people die only when memories are lost.
Be it good or bad, we still have them living in memories.
We push ourselves to be better; which is good,
But let's push ourselves to make indelible marks.
For those are the immortality of existence.
For at the end,
All we leave are memories and marks.
For at the end it is said "in loving memory of".