I smell the air, as clean as a city air can be. I feel the pollen, with its unrelenting itch on my nose, I hear the birds getting ready for the summer heat, I see the lovers who always cross our street at three, I taste the honey, that you loved in your tea. I smile, three years in the dark, three years blind, death, within the darkness of this world. For you are gone, and that is okay. For in these moments I know you stand by me.