It's hard to think back to 9 years ago. When you were just so young. Helplessly confused about what was going on around you. You were oblivious to it. But when a person dissapears and you know they won't come back. It's not so oblivious. It's pure. Even if it was 9 years ago I still remember.
The glasses you wore. The patterns on your shirt. The way you spoke, that smokey scent you had. The dark tan skin. The gray hair. I remember it all. And it seems to ache. That empty feeling you have. There is nothing there. It aches, you feel the pain which hurts. You hope to grasp the feeling and squeeze all the pain back at it. So it stops. But it won't go away. Not even nine years ago. May 10th, 2002.
Your still here, Never to be forgotten. I will remember... Always.