This everyday

Is a struggle.

The reminders in the eyes

Of others sharing love.

If I could reassemble

The lives we did have,

I would find those moments,

When sharing love

Seemed real and not designed.

The touching moments,

The drying tears,

The peace in an easy hug,

The smiles all seemed so real.

It’s everyday,

Is what I want to feel. 

Your eyes and memory,

Is in my heart and soul,

A place where only truth

Can define this peace,

this love.