A/N: A poem a friend of mine and I worked on together. Some of it is from Will's pov, and some in the third person. Enjoy =)
"Memory's a poor thing to have"
I say through her sobs
But memory's all we can save,
it's all that we've got
I'll find you in the shadow of the sleeping trees
I'll find you in the rolling meadows; in the fields
I'll find you where the rivers run shallow and black
We'll fly ahead, we won't look back
The air itself comes between you and I
All that's left is to say goodbye
My breathing ragged, her vision blurred
We cannot speak the taboo word.
Lips trembling, I cannot say
My final words before I go away.
I'll find you in the shadow of the sleeping trees
I'll find you in the rolling meadows; in the fields
I'll find you where the rivers run shallow and black
We'll fly ahead, we won't look back
Every atom of you, every atom of me
Locked together for eternity
Every time I feel I've lost my mind
Your presence I can't seem to find
I go to our garden, our secret place
I can see our names engraved; I can see your smiling face
I'll find you in the shadow of the sleeping trees
I'll find you in the rolling meadows; in the fields
I'll find you where the rivers run shallow and black
We'll fly ahead, we won't look back
Years from now when I'm old and gray
Shriveled up and worn away
Ill walk with pride into the light
Remembering you; what a beautiful sight
I smile and think of what comes next
Reunion lies beyond the harpy's nest
I'll find you…