Immortal image

When I close my eyes, you are always on my mind.
You are the immortal image of our brief happiness.
The summer strolls on white sand,
with our foot steps being swallowed by the waves.
Your quiet laughing as I trip on invisible pebbles.
And I'll always remember the hand that used to hold mine.
Those hands that were calloused from labour but always felt gentle.
Your hands, your skin, your smile, your eyes.
These features, that day, I burned it all into my memory.
I was afraid to let go of your warmth that was aleady fading.
But you will always stay alive inside my mind.
You are immortal inside my heart where your image won't ever die.