At the time, it was no small matter, the manner of your departure. A key was sitting on the kitchen table. Looking out the window

Can I meet you again… for the first time? Those memories will become realities and new moments. We were so young, too young to know

There was a red sky at morning. It should have been a warning… To say I miss you says almost nothing at all, for my

Yes, my first clue, I now know, should have been your love of beautiful but dead flowers; the sickening yet sweet smell still lingers though