Memories

 It's a strange feeling of loosing 
A pit in the gut of goodbye
Asking aloud: Want a cuppa tea?
Hoping still for a wanting reply 

You ask anyway, an empty room
Still draw back curtains and smile
And that pit in your gut reminds
Of that box as it goes down an aisle

You touch a picture of smiling
And try to stifle a tear
Memories can sometimes be painful
But soon memories keep them all near