The soft smell of Jasmine...

A gentle crinkle of eyes.

A small smile...

Always alone....

Forgotten

Shunned.

Unknown.

Is there any to remember?

There was none to leave a voicemail in your ever empty messaging system.

No one to smile at you and breathe, "Hey.."

No one to make you feel "loved".

"Happy."

"Wanted." Those were all  foreign words to you.

But there was one time that I alone remember...

Your paintbrush rapidly staining the ivy canvas.

The quick dart of your sharp green eyes across the war of color.

The splatter of light paint on your snow white shirt.

The undisguised passion in your face as you felt a blazing happiness.

I still have that painting you drew.

Perched upon my desk.

It gathered attention...

warmed by the sun,

welcomed by society.

Do you still remember that meaningless story we listened to?

We laughed together, yeah?

The warmth of those hands...

The unreachable place that you're in will soon disappear.

Tell me you're in pain.

Tell me you're lonely.

I'll find you anywhere!

The words "Please don't leave me alone.."

Aren't we sharing one soul?

Life has withered away, too, this year

Before long, I’ve grown impatient for spring’s arrival

While listening to the chains of life

Continuing to bud in the light



But the sadness that continues to fall...

changes into pure white snow.

I keep looking at the sky.

Even if I, the only holder of your memory in this word,

disappear,

You'll live on through your painting.

I can't remember what happened anymore,

but if I try to close my eyes, I hear someone's laughing voice.

For some reason, that is my most precious treasure. But such a meeting...

A parting will happen again.

One day, when we were walking home together,

Laughing, we held each other's hands.

I felt like it would go on forever.

Your last words,"thank you for everything"

continue to echo.

This person that you are now...

have you become more beautiful?