At night I still swear I hear you cry.
But that's impossible. It's been almost 2 weeks now.
But alas, there it is again.
Perhaps I'm dreaming.
I wonder to myself
"Do you think of me, too?"
"Will you even remember me?"
No, you're too young.
Maybe you'll remember me in that familiar song you hear
The one that only plays in that space between awake and asleep.
The thought makes me smile.
You'll remember my voice, at least for a while.
I hope that wherever you are,
you find happiness.
I hope you know that you are so very loved.
I have many other hopes for you,too.
I bought a necklace that reminds me of you.
I wear it close to my heart, like your memory.
A red, enamel rose, set in black, surrounded by silver thorns.
Just like you. My little rose growing beautifully among the thorns of this world.
I hope someday that I will see you again.
Three short months will never be enough
to show you how special you are to me.
That would take lifetimes.
Unfortunately, they didn't give us that.
More time. If only I could reverse the clock over and over again.
Instead, I will sing to you every time I hear your cry in the dark.
I will sing you back to sleep, so that you remember my voice when we meet again.