I wrote you a poem once

It talked of what had gone and what was to come

Of all the things I didn't know about you

And of all the question I wanted answering

That Saturday when I woke up

It had gone

My window was open

I saw my hopes

I saw my memories

I saw our past

I saw all those things that didn't last

As they slowly drifted down

Riding the wind on that piece of paper

Fearless, as you had once been

They floated dreamily

Past that river

Over that hill

The same hill we visited together every year to roll eggs down

And then my paper

The piece of paper that meant everything to me

Stopped

It slowly fell with your heartbeat

It sank into the icy depths of the river we once swam in

It slowed like the breaths you were now taking

It began to deteriorate, the water faded the words, your colour soon followed

And soon, nothing was left

Not a word on my paper nor a breath on your lips

It was then that I knew

That I wouldn't know

That I never will

You were the only one who did

You, who have faded

I have never known a love like this, other than yours

I doubt that I ever will

Unique, complete, unending and irreplaceable

Your words have faded, the memories have not

Until we meet again, I pray you sleep well.