we would have been closer.
My melody of comfort,
the ivory keys played with care.
Like grace notes embellishing a piece,
dissipating memories of your laughter ring through.
If given more time,
this song, bland and incomplete
would be captivating, compelling and clear.
You were swept away,
the wind taking our song.
It tangled with the score
leaving only a few sheets left to cherish.
But no more time was given.
Our song, an unfinished symphony
Though short, the harmonies are flawless.
All that remain are memories;
I treasure them,
for they are the notes that play our song.
-Lanah Teigrob
I love you Jennifer and Angela. I can't wait until I can see you again!
