Just Another Day Poem by Memories And Hope

I enter the restaurant
Sit at our favourite place,
will these strangers know
why the tears stream down my face?

I can still see
your lips on the bottle of wine,
was it all so long ago
or is the hollowness just mine?

Sitting in the car i realise,
even melodies bring tears,
every song here echoes
your presence, my fears.

The speed dial number is still there
i see it nearly with pain,
hope may have died
but memories still remain.

The path is the one
we tred on just the same,
alone i walk thinking
just who is really to blame?
(and does it matter? Its just another day....)