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My eyes open to the Blue gray mist, as my vision blurs in and out of focus to finally see your hair dissolve with the mist.

Death comes to us all, in it’s own due time. Sometimes force its hand and others we stall as long as we can, yet to all and to everything she comes.

And for you, to soon the grim reaper did visit. You had just begun to shine, upon the summit of life that you were just reaching the first time.

The sting of tears caress my eyes in this the beginning of my morn. I have yet to except that from my life you were torn.

Our plans for life have been dashed upon the jagged rocks of reality, and left broken along its volcanic shore.

So many things to see, so many things to be, before all your hopes and dreams were snatched from the.

I know that one day we shall meet again, if not in this existence than in the next one, where everything is new my friend.

How far we’ve come, how much we’ve lost, this vicious circle shall continue as long as the sea shall toss.

Pictures that you left, of times in the past, as long as I have these, our memories will last.

An eruption of emotions, blows through my calm put on for public view. My body aches from the sorrow, the sorrow of missing you.

I keep trying to tell myself that’s it’s not true, every time the door opens I expect to see you, pop up and tell me they aren’t true. But you won’t, and they are true. Oh, the cruel jokes the imagination can do.

One day I shall be with you. Until then I will do my best to make you proud. I will climb up the mountain, and scream so loud that you can hear that I’ve not wasted my years.

I love you and you are dearly missed and at the end of it all, with the blue gray mist. I call upon you and leave you with this. Every time I remember you I shall blow you a kiss, and wish you peace in your rest amongst the blue gray mist.

Anthony

Andrew