I remember

I see her laughing

I watch her cry

She is a million people

Just a few of them smile

She’s Christmas lights in June, 

Still hanging on the shutters….

Snow falling through the roof

A stained glass window,

Rustic daylight shining through

A pot boiling over on the stove

The quiet hum of the radio

Musically messy, a storm all her own

I don’t want…. to ever dance alone

She is the hymn I sing at night

Her name echoes through my soul

She is my sweet tomorrow

But a memory on her own

I remember her in the mornings

So quiet, so alone

Cold coffee, bitter tea.

Everything is over

Everything is gone.

My music, my soul, and my song.