I feel a tremor of my heart. Or is it an earthquake from my soul. A feeling again from the start. An answer to all we know.
It moves to a catching of my breath. As I remember I need air. It never tasted so sweet it seems. As I smell each passing hair.
You become a memory, my memory. A page and a half of my life. I hope that you also remember me. My hope, my love, my wife.