Few can bring us warmth.
From a sweetened, cosy cuddle.
To a deepened conversation.
Young or elderly.
They bring us admiration.
Few can deliver a smile.
A smile of a light in a dark tunnel.
Which is contagious.
A laugh in a sea of sadness.
This man is ageless.
Few can seem happy.
One heart lapse and everything changes.
The pain is hidden.
Making the most of what's left.
Sad and stricken.
Memories can't be erased.
They can't be relived.
He taught me to smile.
He left me with a smile.
"I'll only be gone for a little while."