Walking with your memories,
in the darkness of each day.
The outside world is a big TV
as you put them on to play.
The episodes are on repeat
but each time is better than last.
That kiss, that hug, that silence,
a moment from the past.
You pause them for a moment,
as someone stops to talk.
They ask how you are doing,
as they continue on their walk.
You didn't want to answer,
like they didn't want to hear.
You just want to watch those memories,
and drink in every tear.
The food that fills that gaping hole,
is the glint from laughing eyes.
You turn the volume button up,
so laughter drowns your cries.
You will never tire of watching,
and neither will you forget.
Love and loss become one,
when your one is met.
Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt
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