Memories

Walking into the bedroom
I happen to notice your picture
hanging on the wall.1

Always before, when I would walk
into this room
my eyes would instantly find your picture.2

With it, I would remember
each meticulous detail of your face.3

The touch of your hands,
The feel of your gentle lips upon mine. 4

However, it seems
that as time goes on
life seems to intrude upon my memories of us.
Replacing what we once so wonderfully shared
with what I have now. 5

Is this the way of things?
Will I soon forget your sweet face?
Your gentle touch,
Your loving embrace.6

Will I think of those times
we happily spent together less?
Will missing you then be easier
as time goes on?7

Will I miss our long walks together less?
Our enjoyable chess games less,
Our passion…
less? 8

Is this life’s way
of helping the one who survives
Get past the hurt
And the pain
Of a loved ones passing? 9

However, I worry
that with each passing day
the memory of the times we shared before
will become dimmer
Until finally
All I have is a picture
On a wall.