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Echoes of you reverberate
In the silent house.
Minutes crawl like hours
since i lost you.
Your pipe and book
still sit by your chair.
Our old wedding album
Is in front of me.
It was so very long ago...so long
Yet the years ran by like a deer
I hold your old sweater to my breast
Reaching for you as I always did
I thread the old film
onto the aincient projector
It flickers and whirs
As you are resurrected
in your wedding tux
I stand next to you
Your bride  in white
You say I do.
I whisper softly
I do too honey.