In this world with out my Hero
silence works its way, like a somber mist in Spring
dipped in shades of varied grey
I seek for that Summer's shine or the warmth that Autumn brings-
but all I see is winter's hounds - howling in the wind.

The memory jar is flooding, sentiments are awash,
as I pause to ponder deeply, the singularity of my loss.
Songbirds sing a madrigal on the weary trees that stand-
bravely though the shower -of blossoms as they land.

Walking in the shade of your legacy, it's a farewell I cannot seem to bid
and along those stoic cobbled paths, I hobble amid.
Yet the presence of your absence fills this gaping void inside...
For I see you walking next to me, with that knowing half smile