I held an image of you in my memory;
full of life and full of faults;
imperfectly human; extraordinarily you;
and you were smiling.
The edges of that image yellowed over time.
There were lines across your smile
from folding you away in my thoughts.
I find your face has faded.
The laughter in your eyes was a lie,
the jokes on your tongue were falsehoods.
You’d built a wall no one could break but
it became the breaking of you.
I see you now and the spark has gone.
Your face is missing something.
There is an absence, a void.
Something undeniably you isn’t you anymore.