Your eyes still haunt me, from time to time. Sometimes my senses are shocked, as your laughter still echos in my mind. your smile is now hung above the entrance to my heart and my memories still exist and are painted upon the walls. Every wild flower holds you scent. Your place is set at the grand table, it always will be. My other guests sit for our last meal, I fear your seat will remain empty and cold forever. Memories still tortured by thought. Nothing can change the past. Even ...