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Every time I see her face,
The memories go rushing by.
vivid images of times that have passed,
Thoughts both good and bad.
A bittersweet taste,
Fills my mouth.
My mind begins to wander,
As it relives,
The many wonderfull times,
As they rush past my eyes.
Slowly,
The thoughts start to wander,
And the smile begins to fade,
As to memories of sad times,
Have their turn,
To be relived.
Suddenly,
The brightness of the day,
Begins to falter,
Clouds seem to begin creeping,
Across the horizon.
A chill runs up your spine,
And the tears stream down your face,
As the depressing memories,
That were tucked,
In the furthest regions of the mind,
Steadily make their way,
Into the focus of your thoughts.
Your head begins to hang low,
And the very will to live,
Begins to seep away,
Out of your bones,
As the movie reel containing,
The saddest time of your life,
Continues to play,
Over and over,
Despite how hard to will,
For it to just simply,
Disappear.
But nothing seems to work.
Then moments before,
You give up all hope,
The begins to penetrate through the clouds,
The tears begin to dry,
As out of nowhere,
A feeling of comfort warms the soul,
A ghostly feeling,
Of a friendly hug,
Coming out of the shadows,
Pushes the sadness,
Back into the depths of the mind.
This begins,
The agonizingly slow,
Process of healing.
No possible way to measure,
Or even guess,
How long it will take.
Patience is the key,
Persistence is the goal.
Striving onward,
Praying,
For smooth waters ahead.