she

The time when we first met

Was the night we shared a drag

Of troubled minds and open ends

What was to come

Was of consoling nights and comfort

And of mundane days and nights of quiet content

To which the end is unknown and untold

As happiness is she

Everything that is of, is reminiscent of her

What she has done

Has been etched at the back of my consciousness

Bittersweet is without her

What she was, is and will become

For what I have ever known

Will always colour my thoughts in time

As that is she