...and I keep on asking you...

...and I keep on asking you...
"What will remain one day, when we leave this world?"
...then I can hear myself silently answering...
Maybe two soulmates dancing together in the universe...
or no more you, no more me, two burried identities lost forever...

... and I still keep on asking you...
"What exactly will remain when we both leave this world?"
... then I can hear myself whispering...
Suddenly all these tangible things we considered not that important will start making sense...
In fact our absence will give them deep meaning...
A paper with my crazy verses will become more understandable..
exactly like your cool photos will turn into interesting masterpieces...
Smell hidden in our clothes, our old-fashioned furniture...this all will give others feeling of our everlasting presence...

... however... I can't stop asking you...
"What will remain when I leave this world???"
... then I can hear myself crying..
because I know that you will never answer me...

Luci, thanks for posting such a cool poem. Your words remind me of idealism. That everything in this world is just 'ideas'. If someone dies and get buried or burned, there is almost no remains, only memory inside the people who used to know us. There is a saying that someone is called die not when he/she dies, but when people forget about him/her. Another example I found in a serial where the actor said, you are just as real as hamburger you've just eat. Meaning, it existed and disappeared. Well, not all people agree with such beliefs -thought it said to be the oldest- and prefer like materialism that claims everything is material. If something is gone/disappear, it is not. Just change into another form. ^^

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Peppo April 6, 2017 8:23

Luci, thanks for posting such a cool poem. Your words remind me of idealism. That everything in this world is just 'ideas'. If someone dies and get buried or burned, there is almost no remains, only memory inside the people who used to know us. There is a saying that someone is called die not when he/she dies, but when people forget about him/her. Another example I found in a serial where the actor said, you are just as real as hamburger you've just eat. Meaning, it existed and disappeared. Well, not all people agree with such beliefs -thought it said to be the oldest- and prefer like materialism that claims everything is material. If something is gone/disappear, it is not. Just change into another form. ^^
Luci April 5, 2017 14:15

Misha,

thank you for your comment, yeah my genes will stay here and these genes should appreciate one day that their previous genes are gone and even their own ones will be one day gone too but will again leave another new genes :-D ufffffff... hope it was understandable... kids are what remain.. I agree..
Luci April 5, 2017 14:14

Batuhan,

poetry lover, I am happy you liked my this piece even though I have no idea if it is poem or not as I dislike free style poems :-D thanx for reading me ;-)
Luci April 5, 2017 14:13

bet,

memorial of LOVE? Lemme think about it :-D
Luci April 5, 2017 14:13

Heli,

haha but this warmth will be forgetten oh noooooooooooooo there are no more feelings.... lets cry together plzzzzz :D
Luci April 5, 2017 14:12

Rose,

I will check your video :-)
Luci April 5, 2017 14:11

AG,

thank you for such a ehmm flattering comment, yeah I am myself sometimes, believe it please :-)
Mishaikh April 5, 2017 13:53

Luci, your love will remain, in the form of your children, and then their children and then and then.....this chain is getting on and one from the infinity, to the infinity. Love remains there no matter it what form it is.
bet April 5, 2017 9:23

okay make a memorial.....lol
Helena April 5, 2017 9:16

Nothing but love will remain, nothing but warmth and nothing but an empty space that once was us.

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