when the call comes
time stands down
knees buckle
wind escapes the very breath I needed to speak.
a cry from within –
within me – it shocks,
shocks the very core of my being, a result
everyone warned me of feeling deep inside,
but then regret:
the regret of putting off
everything I should have said when it still mattered.
the searching begins
the desire for proof –
proof we existed together in this world
making the memories we shared valid,
meaningful and somehow important.
but then the awareness arrives,
becoming fully aware
eyes wide open,
there is nothing here to prove our connection;
my love.
lacking tangible evidence of a bond created out of a deep need to feel a part of something I lacked,
is the torture I, until today, didn’t realize I would be living with now forever.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beautiful, powerful, and also so very heart-wrenching. Wishing you strength, Audrey ~ there is something to be said for creating the love that can cause such pain, and I hope you find and create such again over time. Take care.
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Thank you, Mr. Collis. Losing this woman will hurt for quite a long time. 💔 I appreciate you stopping by, my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire ♡
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There comes a time when the memories turn from painful to a smile… It takes time… Hopefully.
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Welcome. Thank you for the visit.
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We hold onto memories for so many reasons. We must cherish those moments.
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Thank you for your comment, Dan. ♡
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So profound, Audrey. Memories keep those gone alive forever. They don’t need to be validated since they are in the heart.
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Thank you for saying so, John. ♡
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Your words go straight to the heart, Audrey, and if you are writing about real life then I hope you find eventually find comfort through the grieving process that is individual for everyone. Hugs xo
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Real life, yes, and thank you so much, Lauren. ♡
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