Pictures of dead people I know are smiling and are so full of life hanging on my wall reminding me to seize this day, because it's not cliche, and it won't come again.
Closer to being right here than cast out of memory the scent of early summer brought you back. There among the tombstones a small resurrection. "Love never dies" you said "but lies here waiting". It's too soon to mourn for what we've never lost.