I remember…
…us being lazy on Sunday’s and you spending all afternoon leisurely reading the paper.

From the book “My Love is Lost” published privately by Judy Garland
My love is lost.
I held it as a handful of sand,
clenching my fist to hold it there.

Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my straining fingers.
Now, nothing but memories of every smile, every kiss,
and, above all, every word.

For ’twas not into my ear you whispered
but into
my heart.

‘Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul.