Even his gentle words,
spoken ever so calmly,
can not keep them from escaping.
A lump forms in my throat as I sit quietly listening.
I want to cry out,
"Where will I store these memories
now that my heart is breaking?",
but this is not the time for my questions.
I must try and focus my thoughts
on his carefully chosen words.
As the minutes turn into hours,
the hours into days,
I find myself trying to memorize his every feature.
It is hard to imagine my life without him.
He is loved beyond what I thought possible. ~msc~
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