Memories
The house is a shrine to your memory.
Each object I polish so carefully chosen,
So lovingly purchased and placed with care.
Every touch reminiscent of when you were there.
Each picture a petrified moment of happiness.
Frozen, hovering in the space of yesterday.
Suspended with the echoing laughter,
And the music of your soul - when we were whole.
The slideshow in my mind on replay accompanied
By the haunting soundtrack of our love.
Piece by piece I collect our memories, and
Turn off the camera in my mind as I close my eyes.
Suddenly I cry again; remember our goodbye again.
Each object brings a tear, every picture tells a story,
so lovingly written and told with care.
Every word reminiscent of when you were there.
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