The cool breeze
chills the tears
in my eyes.
It reminds me
he is gone.
I am alone.

His bright eyes
became distant
and I could not
find him there.
I missed him
before he left.

No music soothes
my soul.
No song speaks
to my sorrow.
So much emptiness
to fill.

When I am done
with tears.
I will remember
to laugh again,
and tell our story.

in memorial to Smudge and to Samwise the Brave

- Lindar7