Memories

Tears glisten in my eyes

each and every day,

three years gone by,

yearning for you in silence.

A smile graces my face

almost every dawn,

remembering your 

loving whispers

hugs, jokes, pranks,

and hearty laughs  

through twenty-five cherished years.

Thoughts arise often,

triggered by little things:

photos, souvenirs, presents,

scattered around the house,

echoing in the neighborhood,

vivid in my mind.

Only your tender memories

reside in my broken heart,

sustaining me with

a fragile hope

of meeting you again,

somewhere, someday,

in Samsara.