bubbles

how long has it been?
an hour, a day, a year or two?
in my mind you have always stayed
reminiscent of happy thoughts
of stolen moments, of sad goodbyes…
each picture a distant but wonderful memory
each detail a reminder, a flicker of hope
that dreams come to life
that love conquers
that forever does happen.

how long has it been?
an hour, a day, a year or two?
in my mind yes, you still linger
but neither held on–not even i.

i have forgiven but not forgotten
not with regret nor was indignant
just allowing each day to happen
until the healing has completed
and at last looking forward
to another hour, another day, another year or two
even though it’s no longer with you.

tine
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