It's been eleven years,

and still I shed tears.

The time flew

and the pain of losing you,

is like the early morning dew;

Always there,

through all the where and tear.

That night, will forever be engrained

inside my head,

and the memories will never lay

fast alseep, well rested and tucked into bed.

No wishing on a shooting star,

will ever change what was lost

eleven years ago.

It won't get me…

I wonder what I truly remember after all the times I reminisce.

Could it be true memories,

Or just skewed visions amiss?

Sometimes I remember swinging in the back yard,

kicking my legs up all the way to the sky;

You'd be right there next to me,

smiling, soaring past heavens guards.

Sometimes I think,

this pretty time-captured moment

should have been a big little hint;

Like one of those badly added…