happy birthday Mark!

It's been two years now ... I don't shed as much tears anymore when thoughts of you come by ... but still, my eyes glisten with tears. It still hurts a bit. It's a tinge, but it's there. A small pinch, a tear falling, an empty aching blankness in a part of my heart.

You will never be here again. You will never smile, hug me again, nor tease me. You are gone. Truly gone. This is the part that hurts the most. This is the part that I hate when I remember.

And I remember ... I remember you from time to time.

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