I look back on;
The walks we used to share.
The benches we sat upon,
watching all kinds of people go by.
Reading our favorite books side by side.
The warmth of our shoulders
seeping through our clothes
warming our hearts.
The films we used to share.
I find the ticket stubs
And now, at times I hear, over the phone, what you did and what I missed.
I think saving the good memories can bring a smile to my face.
But that is all I have left.
No more sharing will be done.
I only share life, for a while,