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.
