ten years.
it has been ten years.
and it will be decades more.

your voice is a distant song,
your smile a faint dream.

the sound of your laughter is inaudible,
and your sense, your touch cannot be remembered

photographs are snapshots of our lives
capturing such a profound tiny moment of time
that often goes unnoticed,

until you come across it somewhere along the line
and realize how significant and unappreciated it once was

until you know that they are not coming back
that they cannot come back

and their smell
their smile
their laugh,
their touch,
is gone

and until you long to hear them sing you to sleep
and pray for them to hug you,
and wish that they can just be there,
even for just one second..

you find that missing them is not enough,
it will never be enough.