A thousand crafts she holds in her hands

To tell the stories carved in her eyes

A thousand pictures of distant lands

She chases for some unknown prize

A thousand words can't even start

To describe the memories in her mind

Of the thousand people still in her heart

Because forgetting love is not her kind

But her hands grow shaky as time goes on

The stories, the people, the love has weight

And she can't bear to see any of it gone

So she stares at a screen and waits for her fingers to create