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.