Fourteen years

I watched you walk out that door for so many times, but how could I had known, 14 years ago, that that would be the last time to hear your voice so close, to hold you in my arms before departing to another realm. Fourteen years have passed and I’m ashamed to admit that many things were forgotten, washed away by time or buried somewhere deeply in pain and too many tears.

You were so gentle and kind and no one held me and protected me the way you had. I miss your embrace, although I can barely remember it.

I’m still here, fourteen years after you passed, so close and yet so far from our lives together. I’m still here.