Made Even More Tenderly Beautiful in the Depths of the Shatter

Made even more tenderly beautiful in the depths of the shatter...   

When the loss comes, the memories become more exquisite, more valuable...

We search our hearts for the last words, the last looks, the last touch, I reach for the last smell...

I strain my ears to hear the sound of your voice in my mind...

I close my eyes to burn your face in my memories...

I reach out my hand to remember the feel of your skin...

It's interesting the frames of our life that stay with us...

The moments frozen in side us...

It's where I go when I need to know you were really once here with me...

The simple snippets that seemed unimportant are the clips I hold so close in my soul...

And I wonder if where you are, you hold them too.

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