Keepsake

What’s that? You think you’ve dishonored my memory by not thinking of me often enough?

Silly boy. Time has no meaning when you’re dead.

You’re thinking of me now, aren’t you?

Relax. I know what we mean to one another.

We have the rest of forever to carry on our remembrances.

And you know we will. This hard lesson you learned the hard way, long before me.

I must admit it’s nice to remember with you.

I’ll be here.

Always.

-Chuy