So quiet is my life now.
The laughter and fun seems lost.
In memories I hear them sing.
Some cheer.
Some tears.
All are not forgotten.
A song may remind me.
Or something on the supermarket shelf.
Maybe a brand of wine or bear.
You always show up somewhere.
The quilt of remembrance grows.
So to the candle light nights.
To me.
The candle flame is in my heart,
it burns eternal.
The love we shared is the quilt that warms me still.
I will love you and miss you my friend.
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