Carrying Your Love With Me

Wherever I go, I carry your love with me within a crumpled photograph tucked in my wallet. That photograph you gave me so long ago. It maybe old and faded, the corners maybe bent, but I see in that photo all that love represents. Our golden years together, our happiness and pain, and our love rescuing us time and time again. I remember our courting days as we raced hand in hand across the golden sadly beaches towards our sunset together. Though you reached that sunset before me, no doubt I will follow you soon, and we will be reunited in each other’s arms. However, in the meantime, I have wonderful memories locked within this old photograph, and I keep carrying your love with me wherever I may go. 9 April 2008