Him in Memory Stored
Whats very strange about this piece is I wrote this before I had ever encountered heart break, July 25th 2013. I don’t quite remember what I was writing about but what I can recall is a husband at war and his wife reflecting in later years of her lost.
It’s all a reminder.
A reminder of hatred and scarcity,
It all died with him,
but the memories they stay alive,
The pictures they have lost color.
No longer there to devour my mourn,
but to remind me of what could have been what would have been but now what should have been our forever not torn.