I hear her laugh without sound,
almost like she's still around,
the truth hard to swallow,
it's only an echo.
Memories kept on the walls,
pictures hung in all the halls,
a warm smile in each,
the wearer I can't reach.
Close yet farther than any land,
long gone from the grasp of my hand,
the one I love loved so deep,
taken by eternal sleep.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
