
Some times it seems you are fading
Into distant memory
But there is the sense at others
That I can reach out and touch
The presence that was you
Now become absent
And on Saturday afternoons
I feel it most
The empty space you use to occupy
Has now become a vacancy
But never the less
Your distant memory
At times causes these surges of grief
And yet later I find relief
In the comfort of the afternoon
Here in the room where I feel free
To shed a tear
Or summon up images of us as we were
Before you became
To me
A distant memory
Sad but lovely too :O) x
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Thank you 🌷❤
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This is incredibly beautiful….hits me in my core. thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much..maybe it haf that effevt ecause it’s about my Mum 💙 althougj it could also be about many other losses.
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I think it is both….the losses do seem to blend, one making you feel another so keenly.
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So so true 🤗
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