There came a point today
when the truth finally hit me.
I'm never going to hear his voice again.
And at that exact moment,
tears I had been refusing to cry
crept down my cheeks in stabbing slow motion,
trailing memories behind them
like raindrops caught in too much sun.
The past always shines so much brighter than the present.
But I will never see that luminescent smile again.
I will never hear the laugh
that betrayed so many different emotions all at once,
or feel the touch of that warm hand in my own,
letting me know silently but always so comfortingly
that everything is shitty
but this, too, shall pass.
Some day the memories will no longer suffice-
embers slowly going black in the relentless passage of time.
What happens when I don't recognize you in the pictures anymore,
and the voice I've tried too hard to hold on to is gone?