All I have
are memories
of your true self
to cherish.
I struggle through
real life and
these fantasies
holding strongly
to what we
owned with the
very hope that we
would live to share
them again when
you rise from
your dead self.
As the sun
rises and sets
each passing day,
I become more
vulnerable to
every breeze
that brushes
my cheek
and every drop
of rain that
kisses my face

Time alone will
tell the tale.
‘Cause, all I
have are memories,
timed memories
That’ll fade.