We were walking down by the river; he was taking pictures and videos and I was laughing at something he was saying, but I can’t remember what it was. I told him I missed him and he looked at me with his gentle eyes and said “so come with me,” and I wake up wishing I would’ve gotten a chance to take his hand.
Sometimes, I’m afraid that I’ll forget the way he smiled; or the sound of his voice or his laugh. And then I close my eyes, and it’s all still so vivid in my brain.
I feel it every night; the way he stands guard while I sleep because when I wake from a bad dream, I feel his warmth around me and all of a sudden, I’m not cold anymore. He’s my guiding light when I’m lost in the dark; my strength when I’m afraid to live again; my angel to bring me back from my hell. And even though I can’t see, he’s everywhere I go, in every step that I take, and every smile I give away.
