The memory of you grows fainter
with each passing day,
your smile growing distant.

I cherish the way
the crinkles round your eyes
and mouth light me up,
yet they are dimming,
like twilight into night.

I long to hear your laugh,
like the gentlest rainstorm
pouring through me.

Night stretches on;
an old weight gathers
beneath my ribs.

I hoped you’d always be
right by my side,
but nothing lasts forever, my love.

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A little poem I wrote last night about the one you miss. Mj