When are they gone far and long
When all that remains is their dying scent lingering in the air
When their voice is but a faint echo
When the letters they once wrote have faded
When the photos you had have blurred
When the gifts they gave have been buried
When the words you whispered have died
When the kisses you stole have flown away
When the touch so familiar with has become strange
When their name on your lips is but a burden
When their laughter seems an ancient chime
Will it matter?
If you reminisce them
With a smile or a tear?