Tom McBride

Four years have gone by since you left.
Time measured in heartbeats, lost hugs and kisses
and birthday and anniversary wishes.
Time to maintain but not let fade
all the beautiful memories we made –
over our 23 years together.
Four years might be just a blink of the eye.
Time enough, though, for life to pass by,
or just go its own way.
Four years, Tommy, is but only a day –
measured by my heart’s beating
and its repeating, repeating, repeating.
Four years.
(Not a day goes by I don’t think about you.
Love always, Jan)