Today I did something that do not like to do.
I thought of you.
By doing it let me know that you are gone.
There is no one to tell my stories to.
No one there to wipe my tears as they fall from the river behind my eyes.
My talks will now go unanswered
There will be no new memories to be made.
All the ones that I have will soon fade.
No new stories to tell.
This is a chapter in the book that I must keep writing.
The words just do not flow as they used to.
Now I just talk to the wind in hopes that you are listening.