Soon you'll be a memory in a pool of yesterday's recollections. A memory of bitter kisses and sweet ones too. Of long smoky nights and late morning cuddles. Of deep belly laughter and heart wrenching sobs.
Soon you'll be a memory of what was and what could have been. Of our beautiful forever that we once held so close. Of the 3 angels we never met watching us from heaven.
A distant memory locked away in the pages of this journal called life. That we attempted to pen together but were never able to finish. Our pen strokes never quite matching. Never quite flowing. You wrote too quickly and I struggled to follow your script. And when I finally caught up you were no longer with me.
Soon you'll be a memory locked away in my heart. Of purpose and strength in the face of heartbreak. And I'll hold it close as proof that we existed. That we once were. And that I survived.