I can’t feel your love when I look at the moon, or your touch on a warm summer breeze. I can’t hear your voice in the songs the birds sing nor see your face when I gaze at the sea But I Remember … No more “Honey I’m home” as you open the door, no bursts of laughter at some silly thing, Gone is the knowledge that somebody cares... and the comfort, just knowing that… brings But I Remember … The Essence of you is now gone from my life like the sand washed away by the tide Our time together has ended too soon, leaving me empty inside. But I Remember … oh yes… I Remember. ©Sharon Langan |