A distant bouquet of recollections, 

Grief comes in pieces 

Pulling apart a perfect puzzle,  

Until there’s just the fragments of what once was. 

Tears are useless, they do not return 

Stolen times, hopeless loves 

An infinite reel of moments, lost to time  

Wilted petals inside dusty books  

Falling down an endless rabbit hole of what ifs 

Love that Prorates happiness becomes a prompt for pain  

But puzzles can again be unscrambled 

If life is a blessing, so is memory 

A testimony of lives lived and worlds explored  

Hearts touched and also broken  

Love departs but leaves behind souvenirs