༺♥༻❀༺♥༻Gathering leaves of memory, I hold them to the light in hopes of capturing the you now absent from my sight. I focus on an image I might somehow keep and touch, but all my yearning cannot raise the one I need so much. For you are missing limb, lost vision, errant fond farewell. You are the dream that got away, the tale too deep to tell. And I am left here on my own, with pain I cannot hide, wishing I could wish you home, (Susan Noyes Anderson)