Searching For Happy Memories

I've been searching for happy memories to take the edge off the memory of watching my lifemate die so painfully, and one I've been thinking about a lot lately is a day I visited him at the store he owned. We spent hours talking — about life, books, history,  moving from one topic to another as easily as if we'd known each other a lifetime instead of just a few months – and then he walked me outside. This is the poem I wrote when I got home that night:

you turned around
and waved to me
after we s...