Time heals all, a sad misconception.
Considering I always see your face in reflections.
It's never easy, when I see your face mixed with mine.
It's like the mirror constantly reminds
me of a time,
When I could smile more with ease,
No sign of a struggle,
Nowadays, I do it just to please,
what a bother.
And it's exhausting, so when I really stop and I think.
All I can bring myself to do is bleed out in ink.

Your face is etched in my mind,
And I hold it so dear.
So much so, that no photo of you is more clear.
Because a photo is still,
But in my mind, you're alive
So if I'm ever feeling ill,
I think of you to survive.
But the ugly truth is that you'll forever sleep.
But part of you is with me in the necklace I keep.
Cuz in it are the ashes of a beautiful soul,
So I can't help it when I think of you now and weep.
And if this poem's too deep,
I give no sorry or plea,
Cuz, see, maybe then you'll get a glimpse of life now for me.

I kept two of your caps,
Out of sadness, perhaps,
Whenever I try them on,
a rain falls down on my lap.

One hat you wore last when,
you blew the candles of the cake,
Of your very last birthday, the thought alone makes me break.
But the other is much worse,
I swear I write this while crying,
Because the other hat,
is the same one that you died in.