Drift along the silver cloud.
Cushion from this fatal blow.
A patchwork dream to forever hold.
Filling voids that once seemed hollow.
On wings of light and stars of memory.
What’s left behind forgets nobody.
Days to weeks and weeks to years.
Recollection never disappears.
Pain may lessen but never go.
Joins this tide as part of the flow.
That we recall with effortless clarity.
Wishing to embrace without finality.
In eyes of love and minds of heart.
Those lost will always be a part.
As remorse welcomes quiet moments.
Joy spreads when you retread shared history.
