A Hall of Memories~

You and I, my Love,

We...

Are echoes in the halls of memories.

In lands far away and beyond the clouds

so beautifully and achingly tinged with vibrant colors,

I search for you.

Green tinged mountains with trees so tall they reach up into and beyond those clouds,

Valleys of rock that jut sharply into one another and, if I squint my eyes, become castles of ancient times,

Rivers that wind and rush into oceans,

Names and places and adventures and shared history

That are carried now only by me, in my hall of memories.

Carried with me, deeply embedded into my heart and soul.

Carried, not without sadness, but carried, too, with all that is the Love we had together.

I am the courier of us.

The emissary of our Love story.

The herald of who we were

In our time.

Who you were, who I was, who we were...

What we did, what we shared, how we lived together, the secret language of us,

Carried in me, in the halls of memories.

Forever, my Love and my beloved.

Never forgotten. Always remembered.

You and I,

Who we were,

In the clouds, the mountains, the rivers and valleys,

The very air I breathe, and the pulsebeat of my heart,

The aching of my soul,

This sacred hall of memories~


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  • Laren Tolbert
    commented 2019-01-31 12:42:58 -0800
    Jan 30 was the anniversary of my Barbara’s passing. This is so touching and apropos. I am grateful to have three daughters and four granddaughters who also have halls of memories, keeping her heart alive for long after I’m gone.
  • April
    commented 2019-01-30 15:50:17 -0800
    Alison, this is beautiful! April