Nostalgia
I remember. .
And though the pain is not as sharp as years past, the chasm is chiseled ever deeper.
Every word uttered delivering the confirmation that once again a quake has shaken loose another stone in my ever shifting existence.
So many years you've been gone and still I remember the day I lost you as if it were now.
I grew up with your name on my lips and your beloved voice a loving whisper in my ear.
You were the one who picked me up when I fell and wiped my tears when I bled.
When silence was what I needed, you held your tongue, although at times we held entire conversations without words.
We conversed in dreams, where time is malleable and all is understood.
How lost I feel without you, wandering this world without a compass or map.
I turn evermore onto a new path only to lose my way again and searching for another.
The feeling you and only you invoked in my soul lingering too far away without substance.
You left your imprint and your legacy with the life you led.
And though the pain is not as sharp as years past, the chasm is chiseled ever deeper.
Every word uttered delivering the confirmation that once again a quake has shaken loose another stone in my ever shifting existence.
So many years you've been gone and still I remember the day I lost you as if it were now.
I grew up with your name on my lips and your beloved voice a loving whisper in my ear.
You were the one who picked me up when I fell and wiped my tears when I bled.
When silence was what I needed, you held your tongue, although at times we held entire conversations without words.
We conversed in dreams, where time is malleable and all is understood.
How lost I feel without you, wandering this world without a compass or map.
I turn evermore onto a new path only to lose my way again and searching for another.
The feeling you and only you invoked in my soul lingering too far away without substance.
You left your imprint and your legacy with the life you led.