Voices echo in my head softly … calmly … hauntingly …
Memories dance in my mind like figures on a roll of film
Faded, fading, dying
His face enters my dreams,
His hands hold onto mine
His embrace lingers in thought
The promise lives on in words
His laugh, his smile, his amiable spirit,
All alive within my heart

But reality gives birth to only ashes
Remnants
Ruins of a memory
Reality displays mere representation to honor a soul
And the truth hurts
Burdens
Pains
Like scorching daggers piercing into the chambers of the heart
Twisting
Plunging
Killing
All that remains, all that existed
Leaving only memories
Moments burned upon film
Fading until they vanish with the touch of Death