she lives for the memories,

while he for what’s to come.

they lost each other over,

by missing what’s today.

When I think of her,

my soul is turned away,

And here I am to ponder,

If sorrow will ease in time.

Will each passing moment,

each hour of each day,

with months and years expecting,

that I find her absent norm?

And will each increasing laughter

silences the sounds I still can hear -

sounds of ghostly whispers -

resounding within thin air?

Will time have any meaning,

or simply to fade her face away,

and clear me of memories,

including her touch and feel?

If time could have any meaning,

I wish just one thing true,

that I should again find her laughter,

echoing from my lips, anew.

I’ve learned to love you,

often from far away

and when we are closer,

I know not what to say.

and words then seem so broken,

so I speak to silent sounds.

and wish that thoughts could be spoken,

but settle, to when your lips are found.

a month now since your depart,

and slow I start, I fear, that I forget.

and bring me a pain if I should fail to remember at all,

of what scents you bring me from your being;

the sounds that’s life from you, your caring words;

surely my senses cannot recognize this void.

This space surrounds me empty; fading, I can’t recall,

when it was filled with you and yours,

now removed, slowly all traces of you.

And a surprise when a hair, a shoe, a sound

I found so familiar you left behind.

and so they bring it back - all over again,

as if you’re still just around the corner to be touched and found.

But I know surely, that you are gone.

And surely it has really been,

a month now since your depart.