Memories

Those silent whispers untold and unheard
Clog those blank spaces I cling by
Some day when I look back at those
Some day when I only have them as ours
Will they still be mine?
Will they still echo deep within my heart
Will they still revolutionize my world?
For, the point in time where I stand, I have them to hold on to.
At times I grow tired,
Beaten by life
Sunk in worries
And as I cling to those blank spaces
Silence becomes defeaning.
But I rise and smile at those memories
And I count my life in them.