Memories along the way

The day is coming when the one you love is only a beloved memory... The bed you shared warm in the eve, now much larger and quieter than you'd like... Those glances that spoke with no words, windows whose framed photos gifts you adoration from afar. Your name and the sound of it, in that one voice your ears are intuned to hearken above all others, only an echo through a once shared home. The many of little things in your basket of life you've partaken with thee. Waste not a waiting memory making haste to it's being a reality of the past come and gone.
So I say to those whose now is still existing together... to minus those things that hinder and cheat such times meant to be born in the mind's journals..
And to know, that time is not alone the count of numbers nor calendars, rather it's ingredients are made of moments and the memories kept for the remembering already, on it's way....