Remembered Poem by bryan wallace

Remembered



I don't think
Of the diseased corpse,
Laid in wet clay -
The physical life
Now ceased to be.

I think of the beauty,
The smile and the laughter.
The fleeting glimpses
Of precious shared moments.

The body dies,
The soul survives.
You live in my memory -
Eternally.

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