And in your wake, you leave memories that somehow changes the past, enhances the past.

It is now just mere facts and past existence, it hurts less and I’m grateful for that.

For all the time we had that I didn’t know and all the time we lost that we couldn’t grow from, it’s just all over now.

The next days stretch on but I’m still a child that wonders if I’ll ever see the sketch you drew of me before.