I miss you because you’re gone- a memory.
I still see you in my dreams.
Throughout the day something triggers a memory.
I can picture you now, as if a sign.
Youthful without aging-no deteriorating.
These visions are peace bringing.
A smile in the pain.
But how I long for you.
To smell you.
To feel your hand touch mine.
Your kiss on my cheek.
Anything to feel your presence here.
How I long to share with you.
How I long to hear you.
A voice like no other’s.
But it’s all a memory.
It guides my future.
The memories stack one on top of the other and mold me into who I am and who I hope to be.
Sometimes the memories cause me to cry out. Sometimes they bring divine peace. Other times, understanding.
A photograph can speak a thousand words- taking me back to a time that no longer exists. To live in a moment through a memory- a gift.
The memories tell a story.
Of a life and the fragility of it all.
The memories keep me looking to Heaven until we see each other once again and you will no longer be just a memory.
Until then your memory will live on through me.