Everything Matters

 

someday, someone else will have all my money,
someday, our bedroom walls will be old ruins,
someday, this sapling we planted will shade this garden
and children will climb up its strong branches,
someday, there will be no trace left of us,
the floor beams will have forgotten our steps,
our workplaces will have changed their light signs,
and the city will have a new pulse and new buildings,

until someday

I care for you,
and you care for me,
and we fill these walls
with memories that change them,
and we plant our trees,
and we make our money,
and we go to work,
and we roam the streets,
and we fill the air with our love,
and our hopes,
’cause nothing remains,
but everything matters.

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