Burning Memory

I remember all of the places, where we use to be! But, things are really different now, because, there's only me! Together, we had endless fun. We were suited to a "T". I cheered you up, when you were sad, you did the same for me! We knew each other inside out, our hopes, desires, and dreams! When one was hurt, the other felt, at least, that's how it seems! We really were inseparable, sorta, joined "at the hips". We often knew, what the other might say, before the words crossed, our lips! These memories are so painful, which is really no surprise. Over fifty-four years together, it puts teardrops in my eyes! Death leaves an aching heart. An ache, that will not heal! Love leaves a burning memory, and that - no one can steal! Though I'm left with only this memory, my love, no one can measure! Because, rest assured, that memory, is, by far, my greatest treasure! Rest in peace, Sweetheart! Ralph Taylor The Poet III - Poetry Contest