Poetry | Grief
Memories

Memories
Each tear is a snow globe of memories, a drop of a thousand stories, a reminder of who you are, Were.
I cry still, for you, when I think of you as I often do in the quiet moments, Tears fall even as I smile at the memories.
They say one day the tears may stop, and my cries will go unheard, unspoken, I fear that day, what will it mean?
Will our hearts be separated? Will you become a phantom in my memory? Will your smile fade at last?
I cannot imagine it. I dare not.
Please, don’t leave me.
A poem for my friend, Brandon Ellrich.
