Eternal

I leave traces —

everywhere I walk,

everywhere I exist,

in every voice I answer,

every room I enter.

My scent clings to strangers’ clothes,

my voice echoes in the walls,

my gaze leaves fingerprints in the wind.

You feel me —

in everything,

in everyone.

The way you speak,

the slang you throw —

they carry my rhythm.

Your thoughts and memories?

Shaped with mine.

The stories, the photos —

I was already there.

Nothing gets rid of me.

I drop pieces of my soul as I pass,

leave fragments of my fire in whoever I touch.

My name settles in corners,

my shadow in conversations,

my energy in the air.

I’m permanent,

like red ink that bleeds through every page.

I’m nostalgic,

like childhood scents that haunt you when it rains.

I’m irreplaceable,

like old photographs that time forgot but you never did.

So learn to live with me.

That’s the only way.

Because once I meet you —

once our worlds collide —

I don’t leave.

I don’t fade.

I don’t disappear.

I am,

inevitably,

eternal.