Shared memories more than you can measure
Warm words and thoughts, a caring hand
A link just you can understand.
Then the image breaks and falls apart
And a hole burns slowly in your heart
No words can hope to bridge love's flow
Life is movement, on we go.
It's as if she's just gone through a door
Her footsteps echo on the floor
Your mind can clearly see her face
As she holds you in a warm embrace…
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
Written for a special friend.
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