In the sleep of the light of time

On the wood chimney. I placed a lamp. To shine, remember me you. It will not be enough. However, it is all that I found. Because, I know that I will forget. The memory of you. Your words, your eyes, your ideas. All that there was in you. I would not like that is unobtrusive. But, it is thus, I cannot nothing make there. Each day, a little more, we move away one from the other. They was front, it was yesterday. Today, we have nothing any more but one past. It is what joins together us. At the end of the night. In the sleep of the light of time. I want to remember you. As if they were front.