missing you
is like watching something happen
that i can't quite explain
it's like watching a breath, rise and then fall
though you don't recognise me at all.

remembering you
is like looking back through time
wishing we could just travel back
pause this life and rewind.
remembering how happy
you were when you saw me
you weren't like other adults
who'd sit and ignore me.

watching you
is like watching a shell of what you once were
still wonderful, yet somehow broken.
i wasn't prepared- it happened so fast
one minute you're there, the next
you're my past.

loving you
is like the world spinning round
constant, never stopping
not for one minute.
rotating this life, and everything in it.

now you're still here, in body, not mind
i still see what you were
so lovely and kind.
this disease is the devil, so evil, yet true
but no matter what happens
i won't forget you.