What is it exactly that makes us memorable?
Is it the tenor of voice?
The sparkle of our eyes?
The feeling of ones touch upon another’s skin?
Or soft laughter in the dark?
I suppose there are innumerable reasons why one might be remembered.
But do you ever wonder what you leave behind?
Is it enough?
Does it even matter?
Or is the fact that you mingled soulfully with another sufficient?
Will we ever know?