When love become memory

Sometimes, even now,
I look at pictures of you.

See what you’re doing,
smile when you’re mentioned;

I laugh at your jokes, in my head,
even when I remember tears, too.

All of this is bad, I know.

To recall,
just when love became memory.

 — somethingeveryday
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