Moving in reverse,
proudly walking to gently crawling,
vivacious singing to barely talking,
down a chilling path that leads to,
where does it lead to?

It may never be known,
but it can be shown,
in the way it is felt,
like the striking of a belt.

Like anything,
it is a process,
in everything,
a large abscess,
draining the life,
puncturing the soul as an oblivious knife.

One thing missing,
darkening tree leaves falling as she passes,
two things missing,
melting frozen stately masses,
Now nothing is left
or is it really gone?
No, she is only a pawn,

in a game we all play.
Whether we get ahead or stay,
all depends on...

time

never slows,
the clock only glows.
A glowing reminder,
that time is behind her.

Her daybreak will never break,
but I awake,
with memories that let me make,
that let me take what I need,
that allow me to bleed,
my thoughts into the turbulent atmosphere.

I only fear that it can’t done,
that recognition can’t always be won,
especially to the vainly plain,
who has recently been so main,
a mainstream fish,
with a wish that creates a fork in the road,
choices that are uneasy to decode.

But when my thoughts don’t make sense,
I skip the pretense,
I sit back,
relax and remember,
because I know that I am without her this november,
though I don’t feel heartbroken,
because I can still hear the words she has spoken.

Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine,
her laugh,
her smile,
and that’s enough to rile,
my spirits,
soar and it's hard to ignore,
my goal of not letting the unknown cancer go to waste,
and letting her memory taste the success I plan to achieve,
in her name I believe that together we will do much more,
we can navigate the risky boat to shore,
together,
forever,
I want her to live on,
even after I am gone.