Hitting play 
I just can’t help but listen 
to the songs, reminiscing those 
sweet moments, us dancing together 
growing as we did, so close. 

Hearing them 
is no help, tears patiently wait. 
They know, oh yes, do they know 
that sooner or later I will 
have to let them go. 

Holding back 
for now, I let myself see and hear, 
all those little memories of her 
resting in the knowledge that 
love is real, of that, I’m sure.