Where you are not

Clinking glasses, and wasted nights,
Undrawn cards, and hushed sighs,
A vivid memory still lingers in my heart,
The days that led, before we part,
The soft grass amidst the indigo fields,
Bright, bright sun, and sparrows, free,
A gentle hand, laid on my head,
"Be happy", you smiled and said,

I blink, and all becomes a dream,
All that can be, for you and me,
There's a wind here, in your space,
You ship, sits beyond the window pane,
All the memories, that won't be made,
But what is there, will never fade,
My bloodsworn, I continue to walk,
Across paths, where you are not



Penned by my hand on the 13th of Valnuary, in the year 910 AF.