Lost love is still love. 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 senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

When someone is in your heart theyre never truly gone. They can come back to you even at unlikely times.

What is itA prayer.For a childShe nodded.For meAnother nod.On a treeTrees spend all day looking up at God.

The eighties happened. The nineties happened. Death and sickness and getting fat and going bald happened. i traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck and I never even realized i was doing it. page 33