Memories

by Miranda Rodriguez

I thought of you today
Bur that’s nothing new
I thought about you yesterday
And days before that too
I think of you in silence and in my head
I sometimes speak your name
All I have are memories
And your pictures in a frame
Your memory is a keepsake
From which I’ll never part away from
When people speak your name
I often walk away
Even though I would like to hear
What they have to say
When I go into your empty room
I often think about
Things we used to do together
I forget that you’re not here
So I go in your room and call for you
But you’re not there
And it hits me harder every time

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