8-24-14

I still remember you. In the little things like on my usual cup of coffee, first stick of cigarette, a tune that you used to share, the way other people held hands, the way someone walks with your posture, the way someone’s hair sways in the right ways like yours do, the way someone’s eyes disappear when they laugh like yours, the moon, the deep, dark night sky filled with stars that cannot compare to the way your eyes  sparkle when you smile, the way a child laughs and how your laugh is much more contagious than anyone’s. I still remember you. I will always remember you. And another thing that’s inevitable to remember is the way you left. No warning, no signs. You just left. I mean, that’s not so hard to remember right?