It was where you'd always sit, in unrest, with a forced smile, yet comfortable in your dwelling. Seemingly broken but with a little hope stored away somewhere. I saw an image that day, so surreal. I could not help but let the tears flow, for I have missed you, more and more, since you let go. Little instances when I feel you around, keep me curious and looking forward to life. I momentarily feel the comfort and security you provided, and like the wind it sweeps away to find me on another day. ŠA. Harris 2016