A rose I had bought before,
A pair of doves that she adores,
A story I had for her in store,
A pebble she had grabed ashore,
A crumpled paper, she once tore,
A picture we had clicked before,
Her smile I craved for some more,
The tree that shadowed our talks galore,
The breeze in which her hair cajoled,
The rain one night on her bestowed,
Her words have stayed within me hallowed,
Although while she has left ,
Only these memories for me she had kept,
I walk through these all day all night,
Through her words, her laughs, her eyes I sight,
Her loss for me is
still remote,
When I don’t find myself without her anymore.
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