Today I didn’t think of you less
Nor did I try hard enough to let it pass
Like a flower floating in an open field
I sway to and from letting the days sweep by
Maybe one day it will settle in the pits of my heart
Like the dew after a cold morning 
Or maybe it will wither and turn into something else
Something still 
Something beautiful
Something hopeful
Because as seasons change so do we
And if there is anything that will remain
It will be the memory of you