as I walk past
memories of you.
Every stone, every leaf
tells a story of days that were.
With every step comes a tear
and my heart yearns for your presence here, now.
Had I known your time was short in this world
I would have shared some of my years with you.
Why was I never given that chance?
Of what use is this time without you?
At least if there was some hope
of seeing you one more time
I’ll endure it all
with a big smile
and not drown
This is my entry for One Single Impression – Prompt 171: Endure