Tomorrow it will be three years.
The date is a scar, the loss remains poignant.
I sometimes wish that l could
Feel the weight of you in my arms
Smell the warmth of your skin
Watch you sleep.
I often wonder
What your future would have held
Whether you would have had my dark eyes or his green
My offbeat humour or his sense of injustice.
I know that
Everything l had would have been yours
That love and pride would have consumed me
But that l didn't have the strength to give you them then.
Cherished as my first, you maybe my only
Always remembered, a shadow ever loved
Irreplaceable.
Tomorrow l will shed your tears
Flowers on an empty grave.
