You went so far away....
But I still feel your presence.

Like, when I'm standing beside the water,
Watching my reflection washed away by angry waves.

When I'm laying underneath that old oak tree,
In back garden of grandma's house,
Seeing a family of veronica's coming back home and dusting their wings.

When I'm walking down the streets,
For no other reason then to just keep walking.

When I'm doing nothing but sitting on the porch swing,
With the sun setting behind me,
The feeling of nostalgia and end of comparatively better day.

Or when I feel the first rays of the rising sun,
Through the east facing window on my face.
Hoping and praying for another better day.

I've always felt your presence,

In the silent moment in between the conversations,
When I'm trying to make a point.
Or as a constant voice in my head naming my conscience.

In everything that you taught me,
And In everything that I do with my life.

It feels too small of the words,
But what I regret the most,
Is never saying thank you or goodbye.