Whisper

The memory of your silhouette
against the sunrise.

The sound of your voice
and the happiness it brought.

Your smile,
your sweetness,
and the love in your heart.

And then the pain
of loss.
The sadness
of what could have been.

The tears
running like a river
and crashing against the rocks. 
The sadness 
of what could have been.

The confusion 
and the pain.
The sadness
of what won’t be.

The memories bring
joy and pain,
and a cruel realization
that history
will stay in the past.

And then
a whisper streaks
across the sky,
give it time.