You smiled and told me you've found the joys of...
As you walked on - gracefully...

When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...

Between her snoozes and sneezes,
she’d knit me through her coughs and wheezes...

Last autumn,
you smiled and told me...

We laughed
Until we forgot...

There are some things I cover with water,
layer upon layer, for them to fray...

We used to stroll new and bright
under the summer sun; the things...

They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...

I still remember
the silken strands of sunlight...

I wait, amongst snow,
for the warmth of distant light...

He was a ghost, she wasn't,
Yet both were unseen, unheard...

When we write a bridge
between our worlds...