In my mind I try to picture him, and each time his image slips away. It’s like a nightmare that never ends.
I reach into the fading light with all my heart, trying to at least once more picture his smile, remember his laughter.
But as time goes by, I realize that the pain of losing him has dulled if only by a small amount.
I woke up this morning and it was if the world was washed in a fog, and then a pain so intense it seemed almost blinding entered my head.
And as I cried myself into a heavenly exhaustion. I realized that each day that passed his picture faded a little more.
My memories of him are buried deep inside a place I rarely visit. And I am left with what once was. But will never be again.