Those gone

I think often

of those gone

who trod this earth

gently with me once

and formed their lives,

like I, in smiles,

tears and

whimsical wishful dreams.


They are now revealed

only in slices of memory

that come to me

in feeling the familiarity

of those places

where we once walked,

and talked and smiled,

and touched ,

and lived in

the preciousness

of the day.