3 years later…
My heart constricts
At the memory of your face
At the ghostly sound of your laugh
The thoughts of playtime’s, games and hugs.
I try to think of that constriction
as a long distance hug
The tears as small kisses
of remembrance of lost time.
Three years later and all my time
spent picking up the pieces
reminds me that I’m still learning
to smile again.
