Looking at photographs
of you and I
it all seems so long ago.
Like our life together,
was just a perfect dream in a made up place.
But we both know it was real
That it happened
and now our time
together has passed.

The real question:
is it really gone forever?

I do not know how your heart
has molded since that day of demise,
But for me, I feel like it will never beat
the same;
let alone beat for another living thing
the way it beats for you.

The pictures
that catalogue our life
only bring sorrow
and yet I still wish to look upon them,
For they bring me to a happier place.
The water wells in my eyes and
I know that it was real,
and if that love is the only thing I can account for
then I can say with full confidence
that I have lived a prosperous life.

I know the love that we shared
was a gift that can only be unwrapped
by a special few.
And even in this time of remorse
I sadly still
believe that it was
me and you.