What am I?
But memories of you,
People I met and
All other things, known.
What are you?
But memories of I,
Others you met and
All other things, too.
When I'm gone, will your memory come too?
So I can exist in that other place,
As I am yet, full of memories of us
And all that we met.
Timelessly intertwined,
You and I,
Subjectively existent,
In our soulful formlessness.