Joy comes
Like the brightness
Of your smile
It cannot be dimmed
By time or faded memories.
It comes
Like a flash
Of red in the corner
Of my eye
In those moments,
You are with me.
Joy comes
When I need it
Most…in the worst way
It’s like a hug from you
Or your laughter
in my ear.
Mourning cannot steal
The joy
You embroidered onto my existence.
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