Decks of Memories

Each card I hold is a memory of my time with you Fifty-six hand drawn images that feel all so brand new Then I hold another deck with images all emptied out in white hoping that you'll come back to me one day and again be my wife Either pen or pencil can draw the images they will surely come to life capturing the essense of each day morning, noon and night Two decks of cards of which I cling on tight Even if things don't go my way, they never leave my sight