Memories so void.
Are memories so rich.
Memories that are lost.
Are memories that last.
Memories of misery
Long gone were the days.
That was stalled by you.
And a soul that wanders in search of you,
Are all those that is left of you.
For my time to join you is soon to begin.
For our days in heaven are counted.
- An lonely old man in her 'memoir'
Inspired by the picture prompt from magpie tales
and word prompt from threewordwednesday