6:23 a.m.

... that was when my world ended.

How does one sum up a human life

in words to forever remember

the one person you love, loved most.

Memories?

Conjuring up in the mind

those moments that brought laughter,

smiles;

even those precious seconds

when unadulterated passion consumed

the very essence of love’s power?

When that special life, that one ember,

constantly burning inside your soul,

never to turn cold;

but it always grabs you when unaware,

forcing another memory to come alive.

It takes more than mere words;

it takes all those years lived

to bring about feelings held,

privately shared,

when perhaps one day,

the one you love, loved most,

will hear those words again.