Too far, no car, I remember a time, when all was new,
the things you said, the things you'd do...
You planted flowers in the front.
One so lonely lasted all through winter.
Only to be trampled by a careless fool.
Could this be a similar fate?
Happening to what's left of me...
I remember the silly things.
You were bored... so you pulled the weeds.
Now - I'm smiling at the thought of that.
I wish I had some left.
A fading vision, and a lingering ghost.
Sometimes I see you in the corner of my eye.
I try to turn to catch the light...
But once again, I've lost my sight.
I'm reminded of what you would say.
Some quirky thing... you'd tilt your head.
A funny look - an obscure thought.
I miss those moments.
When you'd make me stop.
And forget what I was saying...
Because I got caught midsentence.
Overwhelmed with your oblivious beauty.
And yet the pictures still remain.
On weary mornings, I drag myself from a sullen slumber.
The frames that hold a stolen moment.
Placed carefully within my room.
Strategically positioned.
To remind me that there is a reason.
To give me strength to carry on.
Thank you for being there.
I know that you do still care.