Years have passed and time is gone, but memories
Are never lost.

And I still hear your laughter
Trail through the wind
Lost among rocks by the sea and birds above the sky.
Caught in the soft crackle of fire
And lapping of waves onto the shore.

I remember the quiet comfort of our wooden library
And conversations of sincerity and pain
Of endless films and starless skies, of unspoken bonds and unwritten rules
Of bike rides across the rolling hills and afternoons by the glistening lake.

But the seasons change and the moon has set,
And I gaze into the horizon at nothingness,
Submerged by empty space and empty words.
Grasping onto nothing but images of you,
Weathered by regret.

And yet every time I think of you, I still picture your smile
In the setting sun, and hear your laughter across the rolling hills.