There are a million ways to remember
Each one goes to war with forgetting
How does the slow fading begin of the music you sang
Forte
Dolce
Anthems of your life
Each decade had its own
When I remember I raise my fist
Defiant
In the face of fear of losing
Knuckles dressed for battle
A memory
A shadow-dance
The ones you made with your life
The ones you made with your body
Each season had its own
I watched every move, every step, each glance
And sigh
My sigh echoes yours
You gave me more of you than I remember
Some days I am you
here
Mystery stared back from those deep set eyes
The ones that would soon know
How difficult it can be to remember
There are a million ways to remember
Today I swear I’m remembering each sacred part of you
Every season has its season
Mine is one of remembering
Morendo

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