the good days are memories

our walks and talks

the potential was never realized

reality proved too real

i would say nothing is left

but that wouldn't be true

a great deal remains

memories grow fonder

daydreams richer

last thoughts before sleep more intense

this is a new reality

imperfect

but not nothing

though nothing might be easier

~

this is it, you said

i couldn't catch my breath, i still cannot