Eleven

I've met many faces along the track,
I could only count those at my back.
Now I'm waiting like how I was before -
for them to open, walk past the door.

The ones who'll stay, those I will keep,
Have them in mind until I sleep.
Saw them smiling on summer days,
having been touched by the sun's rays.

We've held our hands under the rain,
the sorrow's lost, the joy we gain.
Memories, at the end of the day
do not wilt down like flowers of May.

The heavy breaths that I will heave,
at night, when sight decides to leave.
The ones who'll stay, those I will keep,
Have them in mind until I sleep.