Remembrance

When I remember
I think of your eyes
Those brown but sometimes blue pupils
I think of your hands drawing in the art-room
The figure of a face arising from the pencil
I think of a feeling in my heart
A feeling of peace, a peace that tells me to let go of control
I remember you saying that you'd never leave me to be alone
There's the memory of me running in the rain
I always used to slip.
Now I'm no longer,
alone in the rain.