When You Call

if my face starts to wither from your eyes,

i ask you to search for me in your memory.

relive me through your pen and your paper,

made immortal by your words.

for the sun will cease to shine in my absence

but my life will cease to exist with yours.

if you forget who i am,

utter the sound inside your heart

for i dwell among those beats

like drums that call upon the courageous

to fight for love.

i patiently wait as the bud awaits to bloom,

until then i live among those your heart

remembers.