Your image became a memory,
Your words painfully erased,
To leave all behind.
Life didn't start over,
Life started on a new page,
Ghastly and whitely-washed,
If only colours would paint.
The first stroke was difficult,
Colours marked undecidedly,
But t'was a new page,
Stories unfold beyond expectation.
And there, you returned,
You took me by surprise,
All that were lost haunt back,
Healing pains taunted wounds.
The piano strummed your song,
Tickling down an adrenaline rush,
Before the first hymn played,
Holding tears finding strengths.
Our songs, Our vows,
Our hands, Our hearts,
Our tears, Our joys,
Engraved on the stones.
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