In The Quiet Corners Of My Mind

In the quiet corners of my mind,

Where memories and thoughts of you reside,

There's a conversation that plays out in whispers,

Only heard by my heart and the universal mind.

I've often pictured confiding in you,

About the journey we've had, from old to a different view.

I hear that familiar sound,

Your laughter that would light up my world.

I'd say, "You remember those late-night brainstorming sessions we had,

The ones where our creativity sparked like fireworks in the night sky?"

Your unbridled excitement for our future endeavours,

And our connection lingers on, like stars in the quiet night.

You'd smile and remind me how,

We used to paint our dreams onto canvases of possibility, crafting art from our shared vision.

Our minds were like kindred spirits, the world was our canvas,

The times when our souls danced in harmony with the universe.

As much as life pulled us in different directions,

I've carried our creative spirit with me.

When I see a burst of colour in a sunset, or artwork that takes my breath away,

I can't help but think of how we would have revelled in its beauty together.

In these fleeting moments where I speak to you silently,

It's not just about the art we created or the dreams we painted.

It's about the enduring connection between our souls,

The muse you've become in my life's gallery.

So, in the quiet corners of my mind,

Where memories and thoughts of you reside .

Whispered words, to infinity and beyond and back again,

Keeping our connection alive in the most subtle of ways.