Wednesday, October 28, 2015


I look at a stone and I think of you
I hear a song and I can hear you humming along
I eat a spoonful and I imagine you dipping into my plate
I see a puppy and I know how you would melt
I feel the rain and I see you dancing in it
I sigh at the mountain and I feel your awe

Sometimes I forget
You are just a memory
But then again
Memories are a fine thing
Because you are in them
Whole, beautiful and alive
And most importantly,


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