There are things one can touch
Those are the things that can be seen
There are things that can be heard
But some things are invisible, impossible to throw away.
Tangibility, can be burnt, emptied, discarded
Flushed down to remove all evidence
As easy as that, pick up and throw
My dear, those are things that can be priced.
There is no price to an expression,
Each smile, frown, laugh and snicker
Remembering the clear moments of my favourite ones,
A limit on value cannot be placed.
A space in someone’s heart,
To dream of a better world,
Words of confessional truth,
All intangible, just like me and you.
