Never forgotten

It is the little things in life, that help us remember,
A floating petal in the breeze of the sunny December,
The glistening light, shining upon us from above, 
It is heaven, we realise, giving us its love.

A calm breeze hitting the ocean, creating a wave, 
If only ones life was that easy to save, 
A reflection in the mirror of a familiar face,
A shadow in the dark, dissappearing in a race.

This constant reminder of times we used to share,
Gives us hope, that the soul surrounds us in the air,
The life may be gone, but the bond never broken,
The love is surreal, despite it being unspoken.

Photographs carried, to deal with such pain,
Bringing flowers to visit, as we walk down the lane, 
These emotions held inside us, carried until we die,
For when that day comes, we meet again and can fly.