The Things I Don't Say Aloud

Sometimes I see you, in my dreams.
Sometimes I hear your voice.
My mind is playing tricks on me, I know.
I know, because you're gone.
There are times when I'd give anything,
Anything to see you again, hear you again.

Memories of days gone by
Slowly slipping through my grasp.

The way you made me feel...
"Special" seems so trite.
I felt as if I were the moon, the stars!
Nothing was too hard for me,
Because you believed in me, I believed in me.
My greatest fear was somehow...
In someway letting you down, disappointing you.
Yet I never did. Strange.

Memories of you and me.
Will I always remember?

My children, if I should so be blessed, will know you.
If only through my memories.
Don't worry, you will not be forgotten.
Though I can no longer reach out my hand to you,
Though I can no longer see your face...
You exist.

Memories.
Such cold comfort when I long for flesh and blood.

I remember when we sat together. In the morning.
Then we'd sit together in the evening.
Words were never needed.
You'd hold my hand and I felt...special.
(Such a pale word for what I really felt.)

I still cry when I remember you.
The memories are still powerful enough to make me cry.

I miss you.