A Year In Rearview

We are are so far from one another now, that I no longer feel you next to me. To whisper your name feels foreign and vague; just like I'm whispering in the wind.  There no longer is substance.

 It's hard for me to move on. It will

always be hard for me to move past you.  You will forever remain young, while I propell into old age. I will remember you, your masculinity,  strength, ability to love me and be free, with the wind, sun and rubber on the pavement.

Goodnight my love 2014 has gone by. I've learnt you passed, one year ago. It has been too long.