Walking down the isles of the memoris. I remember you, and this time last year. Winter is always the hardest to make it through. And you survived a longer winter than any of us could possibly conceive. The shelves towered, stocked with bright lights, and beads, and things of cheerful connotation. And you were happy too. It was relieving, to see you after. We paced the isles daily, scanning for novelties maybe. You finished your tasks, your duties. And all your work became unravalled within hours. The hours it takes to read a scan, and suck blood into a tube. You had a presence, I don’t think you knew. But I did. And I know I didn’t spend enough time with you. And I remember how well you held it together, and your mom, it was amazing. You were amazing. And I miss you.
I’ve lost all the hope. I’ve buried all my feelings, and you won’t dig them out, I promise. I will prevent it.