The Gift of Your Memory

Over the moon

Under the stars

I search for what you left me.

Above the treetops

Through the dense forest

I search but still don’t see.

Around the buildings sky high

Across streets a mile wide

Your gift will always be.

Your memory follows me

Like a hand in mine.

Over the moon

Under the stars.

Above the treetops

Through the dense forest.

Around the buildings sky high

Across the streets a mile wide.

Your memory follows me.

Alex Merritt

Alex is a senior Professional Writing major with Music and Communications minors. They are the Managing Editor for the 30th Edition of the York Review. They also work as a writing tutor in the Writing and Communication Studio and the Music Director at WVYC 88.1 FM. In their free time, Alex enjoys reading, listening to music, and snuggling with their cat, Luna.

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