It's amazing how fast the pathway

went from bursting with life,

to cold and crooked and blue,

to freezing and broken and black as the constant night.

With each tear drop

another cherished memory of you

fades.

Everyday I look on that poster on my wall,
and I'm reminded of you.

Of how you left,
of how you'll never come back.

And with everyday I forget a little more of that smile
from that one day in the park.