There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. ~ William Shakespeare
So here's the thing that remains after the loved one has left. Memories. All of those memories you carry around, lodged in your heart and mind. And it doesn't take much to rouse one up - a song on the radio. The smell of something on the stove. Driving by the place where you met for the first time. Standing in your kitchen where he would always kiss the back of your neck. That dress you wore on his birthday. Looking out at the snow-covered garden where you attempted to grow kale because he really, really loved it. I'm surrounded and can't help but remember. As the days go on, maybe the memories will fade a little, retreating into that little corner of my heart saved for loves lost.
