A time to remember,
and a time to forget
memory washing over us
but we dare not relent.

Pictures torn and battered,
photos old and loved
crying over memories
wondering when it's enough.

Lives are lived and lost
lives are changed forever
of course we go on
with love left to remember.

As tears will fall,
and as tears will heal
the pain is great and
our love is real.

All photos courtesy of free-stock-photos.com
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