Whispers of the Soul

Lost Loved One's

Memories in a Jar

I gather moments like fireflies in the night,
Each flicker a memory, a glimpse of pure light.
With gentle hands, I trap them, so delicate and bright,
In a glass jar of longing, where shadows dance with delight.

There's laughter that sparkles like dew on the grass,
And whispers of secrets that time cannot pass.
Each captured glow flickers, a story to tell,
Of joy in the sunlight, of love that once fell.

I twist the lid softly, sealing them tight,
These fragments of you, my heart's softest light.
Yet the jar feels so heavy, with what's left inside—
A weight of remembrance, a current of tide.

For every sweet moment, there's an echo of pain,
A reminder of absence that lingers like rain.
The fireflies dim slowly, their brilliance confined,
In this vessel of memories, I can't leave behind.

I'll open the jar when the night feels too long,
Let the flickers escape in a whispering song.
They'll dance through the darkness, illuminating the space,
And I'll find you again in their gentle embrace.

But as they take flight, I'm left with the ache,
Of the love that I've lost, and the bond we still make.
So I cherish each glimmer, each fleeting delight,
In the jar of my heart, you'll always burn bright.

Though the jar holds the echoes, it cannot contain
The depth of the love that will always remain.
For even when fireflies fade into the night,
The memories we gathered will forever ignite.