I keep my thunder in a quiet room
Where desires are not allowed to bloom
If silence had a voice it would be your name
Which is engraved in my soul but I cannot claim
So I keep you like an old pressed flower
Faded ,soft but still there,not gone...
If life is kind ,may your roads be clear
And may you never walk them alone
If memory is a room, you'll have a corner tthere
No locks ,no blames...just a chair
What we have lost ,I will never mourn
But will always love without needing to own