It's like I'm a lady... but I'm not.

Slowly, yes,
We’ll get there,
You and I

A sullen walk,
Hands in pockets,
A moon sharing his shadow

The faint scent of an old friend
The wind blows by

No longer

 —

Somehow we knew so many of the same people and I never had the chance to know her well. With cancer being such a raging fire in my family alone, I can only imagine the difficulty those close to her are experiencing. Rest in peace.