…the pair of little pink and blue blown glass angels with a tiny red heart inside each one you bought for us. You broke them, but I still have all the pieces with the two hearts stored away safely.
“Thoughts” by Helen Rebibis Ramos
Do I still enter the avenue of your yesterday
…where we kissed on the boulevard of broken dreams?
Do you still call my name silently
…in the corners of your mind?
Can you still paint my face in the crossroads of today?
In spite of the long and winding road to Oblivion…
You are to me beyond all my heart can hold.
You are silently beyond forgetting.