When I sit silent by myself
your picture on the mantel shelf
reminds me of the days I knew
real happiness in knowing you.
With you encaptured in that frame,
I think of you and speak your name
and through the silence realise
unspoken comfort in your eyes.
Though just a memory through the day,
when darkness hides the world away
you come to life and fill the space
created when you left this place.
As long as memories fill the air
in love, at least, you're always there -
and while that love still lingers on
I never shall believe you've gone;
What matters, as through life I go,
Is not what I see........but what I know.