After one’s departure
We often think:
Where do our lovers go?
What is the next step?
Not once do we hypothesize:
Where does the world go,
when our lovers can’t speak?
They are the ones who might be missing,
But we are the ones who are lost;
Struggling to be found.
Without them we are not whole.
Surely there must be a destination?
We hold tight the ideas of them.
Their laughter, smile, smell and voice;
And fight against the forgetting
Please enjoy these photos and click on the URLs to fight against the forgetting. They may be gone but they are far from forgotten.