for the day the calendar says it's been 8 years.

Today, I will go to the same restaurant,

being sure to walk the same route- as best I can remember.

And that’s just it, I hate myself for forgetting something about that day-

but I can’t recall, what I can’t recall.

about the day that changed it all.

I tell myself to let it go, but that only serves to swell the guilt.

I can picture well his almond eyes.

But I’m not sure if that is from the pictures or actually stolen from those cherished moments I beheld them.

There is no way to love those gone ...