Memories
Memories.
They are all
that's left now.
And
Sometimes
even they
fail me.
The color of
your hair
as it blows
in the breeze
has faded.
The sound
of your voice
calling to me
no longer
rings in
my memory.
There are
times
as I sit
quietly,
that
I can see
your face
but
I can't remember
the color
of your eyes.
And I feel
the tears
slide down
my face.
I have
photos.
Of your
smile.
Of us
together.
They sit
on the mantle.
And when
the memories
fail me,
I turn to them
so that I
can remember
you
and
our love.
Copyright © Phylis Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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