memories,
like softly falling rain
drip endlessly,
from grief-stricken eyes
running down,
sad red-sallow faces
pools form,
from the happiness remembered
puddling around,
our heavy laden hearts
history’s pages,
flip to stories end
matters little,
the years that pass
memories,
like our heartbeats remain
~Mark Schutter ©2015
this is beautifully written and resonates very strongly with me, thank you Mark.
Thank you Holly for your kind words. It ressonates with me also. 🙂
🙂