Lost love is still love Eddie. It takes a different form thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those sense weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.Life has to end she said. Love doesnt.

Love like rain can nourish from above drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes under the angry heat of life love dries on the surface and must nourish from below tending to its roots keeping itself alive.