Sorting through her things, my fingers find a shape I know.
a paper heart
A message from a far off place
I love you!
and there are more
she has left me a trail of hearts
with each new discovery
I hold her close
press her memory to my chest
and cry
because paper hearts are not enough
tio stib
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Travels with Tio 
A fine poem & expression, Tio, and here’s wishing you & yours a happier & healthful new year.
Thank you and best wishes to you and yours.