Caught up in memories
that make me smile
and rest, at ease, for just a moment,
a temporary break
from the chaos in my mind...
I reach out
for your hand
as if to say 'remember when'
then I remember
you're not there…
I want to call
Just to say
I’m still so very proud
Of who you are…
But there is no answer
on the other end,
And I know it’s not my place,
Not my void to fill…
So I sit here and write
These words I know
You’ll never read…
Just to remind you
That I’ll always be here
In the moment you
Reach out for me,
For something more familiar…
I will be here.
