12 years since he's gone...
I walked out in the woods today;
Not your woods; I’m far away.
A dozen years have passed and gone;
All I could feel was incredibly alone.
No grief to draw on; those tears are shed.
No anger either; that’s put to bed.
Husk of resignation in its stead.
Does letting go mean letting fade?
Why does finding serenity make me afraid?
Time softens the edges of all that is raw,
Fragmenting the memories left to draw.
I felt you say: be free, find your peace;
The time has come to be released.
Why then do I mourn, all over again,
This very escape from long-nurtured pain?