If time could retell their story
with the details laid out on its finest sands,
frame by frame in succession,
memory pictures sprawled out to make clear the various shades of their joy,
she would be just as beautiful as the day they’d met.
And time would soften those precious memories for him.
And hold sacred the sentiments flooding his heart
as the thought of her smile would visit and nestle close.
Cradling the heaviness in his chest,
while waiting with him for time to do its mending.