Vanishing into the
forgotten,
slipped into the
leaf of a battered
old book.
Pendants of jade,
and promises made.
A year on from now,
your memory does not
fade.
A year from now,
I see you as clear as day.
See those hours when your
soul would stray.
A year from now,
I’m still reeling from the
why’s…and hows.
How you could be gone,
and how it still feels wrong…
Loss is a strange friend,
full of questions that never end.