sometimes the blue is just a passing bird

So he is gone. He left on a jet plane, don't know when he'll be back again.

I was brave, until he was out of sight. I turned to walk away and something happened. I realised what had just occurred. I raised a quivering hand to console my trembling lips.

"Kenz, don't cry when I leave", he had told me. I said I would try my best to be brave, but with my arms by my sides without a hand to hold and my feet scuffing the white polished floor without an echo beside them, I had to give up.
"Remember what I told you", he said as he squeezed me tight. I said I would try to remember.

"I love you too", he said just before he let go..


Please know that you are wonderful. Know that I love you, I love us. Even now. Know that when enough years have gone by to enable us to look back on them we will do so with joy. Know that I am thankful for it all.
Know that I miss your company. And please, please don't forget anything. Ever.