13/04/2026
The lake is a mirror of soft and misty silver,
where the trees lean in to whisper to the shore,
and the sky blends perfectly into the water,
creating a world where there is no up or down.
A white swan glides through the center of the haze,
moving with a quiet and effortless dignity,
while a small bird watches from the water’s edge,
both of them part of a story that is still being told.
I make this vow to the stillness of the morning,
to the fog that clings to the branches of the willow,
that your name will never become a forgotten sound,
but a melody I carry in the front of my mind. 🦢
I will tell the stories of your hands and your heart,
of the way you saw the world in shades of gold,
ensuring that the essence of who you really were,
remains a living light in the lives of those you touched.
Loving you is the work I was born to complete,
a task that doesn't end just because you are gone,
but grows into a deeper, more resilient strength,
like the roots of the trees hidden beneath the lake.
I will be the voice that keeps your spirit near,
the keeper of the flame in this quiet, misty place,
promising that as long as I am breathing,
you will never truly have to leave this world.
— Missing You Always
