her hands rifling thru the old cedar chest photos discarded thru the years a tiny tear fell from the corner of her eye it saddened her to think that all that he had been could be summed up within this box is this all that his life had to give her she wondered to herself she came upon a book, a journal unfastening the bow about it her heart racing at what she hoped to find something that would tell her show her prove to her that while he had now gone on that she was not alone that if she could only hold him in her dreams if only he had left something for her to hold onto she would not yet let him go opening the book she came upon a blank page and another and yet another thumbing thru the book all the pages a blank canvas she threw the book against the wall and her cries filled the room a small white bird caught her eye rather, it was a sheet of paper floating in the air as it fell to her feet she picked it up wiping her eyes she read from his own hand to you my dear each blank page i leave you here in this book is a treasured memory i share of you everytime you left me speechless with you wit your grace, your charm your beauty i would turn another blank page a tear fell on the note she could feel a smile escape from her heart the note continued but her eyes blinded by tears but she was sad no more he had loved her and in fact he had left her with this something no one else could ever give her without uttering so much as a word he had given back to her every single memory she had of him, of them
Notes From The Author: You may e-mail me with any comments about my poetry.
3-31-01....to hold on, could it really be so simple, as to simply not let go?
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