I remember the sky, as it dimmed to dark blue, and how all
at once, I had felt one with you. I remember the bed, unmade and
small, and the faintest of shadows that painted your wall. I
remember the garden, the grass and the due, and sitting to watch
the sunrise with you. I remember this space, open and clear, and
all of the things you would whisper in here.
I remember the day when you said you had to go, but the reason of
which I still do not know.
