I think love scares us because to be without it, is to be empty
And we are so scared of losing what makes us feel special.
But I think we forget sometimes,
that what you love never leaves your side.
It is immortal; It stays
as a wisp of memory hanging on your lips, waiting to be uttered
resting beneath your eyelids, teasing your imagination time and again
In the sounds, and the voices and the music that you hear
dancing to tunes you didn’t know were ringing in your head.