“As long as there is one person on Earth who remembers you, it isn’t over.” ~ Oscar Hammerstein, Carousel
I speak aloud to them and their faces later hover in my dreams,
those gone before me.
Perhaps it was their time.
Maybe they were taken before I was ready for them to be gone.
They leave a void on my plane of reality,
a chasm of memories that I jump into during random moments.
I bathe in the forgotten sound of their laughter,
I warm to the memory of their embrace.
But their energy never dies.
They yearn for me to engage them.
They delight in the moments that I recall our past together.
I keep their memory alive with every thought of them,
each recollection of their journey with me.
If I take that moment to remember,
to seek what I saw in them in the physical world,
I give those reflections a new vitality.
When I look into the darkness,
I see beyond the black veil of loss.
I see the light they brought to my life.
The case that once held those beautiful spirits may be gone,
but the mark they left on my soul never leaves me.
They remain in my heart for as long as I am alive.
Each time I look into the stars,
I know they are looking back at me.
Their energy never dies.