His Shadow.

I have rededicated everything to happenings of that year. Probably that day or perhaps the very moments.

Understanding that to understand would never materialise.

To be alone would be criminal and to lose suggestively, that too.

To pass this year and approach this somewhat day of "just you" with absolutely no confinement, no new feelings nor any less intent to learn of your departure.

To only remeber and not to cry, for that would not be remembering those times one bit.

I will learn that this is about you and no longer anything of me, but only a piece lost. A very dear piece that will not be replaced nor that smile that you distilled.

Your shadow is dwindling, we know its for you. She weakens my ableness to hold on.

So to this year, I will come and sit, by your side. I promise.