The book, has it been written or is it on hold, with each page a memory that we both hold. The glisten in your eye is enough to ignite the spark that you left in my heart. It makes me strong but makes me fall apart. I miss seeing the time and affection in your art, With every line is time and every stroke a goal an inspiration, to anyone that would ever know. My biggest question is, is this a story that we can hold and that can be told when, we grow old.