Memory

19-10-2026

Again night has ended 
Waves hear from the shore.
New morning has started.
The sun shines once more.

The grass outside house, 
Freshly yesterday mown.
But it misses a voice 
That has suddenly gone.

Her voice is missing.
The joy has gone too. 
Of being together,
Of being with you.

The house still stands  
The woods, the green grass,
The path to the sea,
The bench at the path.

Everything as it was.
Just as it should be.
Yet something is missing— 
There is no more she.

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