It used to be constant that I’d see his face.
Went with Winter’s end.
When I saw him he was not quite himself,
He had left his vessel quite some time ago.
When I closed my eyes I saw his pale complexion,
Pale where his tanned skin used to be.
Nightmares, haunting me for weeks,
I feared closing my eyes,
I was afraid I would always remember him this way.
Time passed and the strength I portrayed to others began to work for myself,
No longer am I haunted by his face.
But I remember his smile,
He believed in me,
His confidence he carried in secret,
But he made me believe in myself when the secret was told.
A decade passed,
I still miss him…