I never know what memory to treasure,
I have this fear preventing any closure,
And all you give is that absence we share,
Constantly in my heart is empty air.
At times I think my faith is plain absurd,
When I have only thoughts, undeciphered,
To keep me from all doubts, those that ravish
All hopes and confidence, that bring anguish.
Yet memories and thoughts can make me cope,
And when I doubt, can make me smile, and hope.