Forever There, Never Forgotten

1329....
The numbers remain,
a constant reminder.  
A count up from your last breath.
 
Your last words  
an ever faithful friend  
still by my side.
A voice telling me that someone, at least,
at last,
saw me.
 
You let me speak myself in torrents.
I left a part of my heart in your ear
and took yours poised gracefully from your tongue.  
We bore ourselves open so easily,  
so comfortably.  
 
Love comes in many forms,
all of which can be carried  
without diminishing others.
That is the myth that people still propagate.  
That love is limited.  
 
The only limit is time.