A Dying Heart Poem by Matty Reynolds

I have learned that a dying heart
Needs the nourishment of memories.
Memories I once thought were hopeless.
I once feared they were all I had left
Of the most perfect love I've ever known.
I've even cleaned the corners of my mind
In search of every thought-
In need of every second
In love with every moment.
The coffee that you
Gave me this morning
Warmed more than my lips,
It opened my eyes.
You fill my soul.