I saw one there. Sleeping. Quiet. A fawn. Nothing more. A simple, perfect fawn laid among the poppies.

I think of you...

I walked past the crying stone today. The water was so clear, so perfect... So many memories lay deep and dark beneath those woeful falls.

I think of you...

I found myself cast in gods born brilliance, white as your unstained soul. It felt a sin to keep it, but I find it so hard to let go.

I think of you...

I find my steps are slower now. There is more time in my journey to let thoughts guide me. The many things I wanted to push away, to run from. They find me. So little time is left and yet it seems endless. Endless as this grey void.

I think of you...

Others are still here. I see them. Some faces new, fewer old. I find that it matters little. I would not be able to hold the social fluency of many others. I would not wish the awkward silence of my presence upon any. I wish even less for them to hear what worthless trash my own words would prove to be. Useless. That is all that I am. A creature waiting to waste away. Waiting...

I think of you...

So lonely now...

I wish you were here.