A makeshift of Memory (Sonnet)

No one dies for somebody else; we know it well, but whatever,      

It is important to say: I’ll die without you. At least say it for once.

I do not have a faith in eternal love. Nothing surpasses the limit of the times.

Still it is important to speak up: I’ll always be yours, forever.

At least say it for once. You don’t have to mean it either.

Otherwise it would be painful if no memory remains at your absence

We all is a memory, or a constellation of memories, of any distance,

Of somebody else, or, just our own rather.

I find no meaning of life if not in creating some memories for a strange someday.

Emptiness would be if there remains no memory of you when you are absent,

Empty, not the universe is. If someday you hold my hand, be it just for a day;

Please consider that single day could encapsulate our entire lives in consonant.

I know in this world we all walk alone. Nobody is made for anybody, anyway.

Still try speaking out: I am yours, and you are mine. Speaking up is important.