Things that remind—
and the ghosts come to call.
Time
to slow dance with the memory
when the shadows fall.
Promises made in the dark
echo across time,
the common thread
now faded
and worn,
still connecting us—
heart to heart,
lost love
we mourn.
They say
it’s better
to have loved
and lost.
But no one warns you
about the bitterness
that lingers
long after
the sweetness
is gone.
