Her: Holding the Memories
Every morning I awake, with her on my mind. Occasionally she has just visited my dreams, Other nights I am searching for her presence in them. I miss her dearly. Summer nights spent together Secrets shared at her table Love given when I was not worthy of receiving it. I know that I have not imagined…her. A few days ago I attempted to call with good news, then paused only to be reminded… Now that she is absent I miss her deeply. Our souls are intertwined… her voice still rings in my ears. The softness of skin, the curve of her hips mixed with her heavy hands and precious feet will never be erased from memory. Yet, Her laughter I cannot recall. At times I burst into tears thinking of the love I am missing, from her. Memories are not enough to shed my pain. I long for her, Wanting her here to hold one another again. I shall never forget the way she looked at me when she learned I accomplished a feat she most desired. No one has ever looked at me that way! She was the center of my world lo...