The wind blows cold, but the sun’s shining.
I look across this empty patch of land and I swear I can see you over there laughing.

I remember you always. I even talk to you on bad days.

Though you’re gone, I feel like I can hear you and the things you used to say.

Looking into the woods and the wind is blowing your laugh,

I can’t help but wonder what kind of last moments you had.

…

Though I’m not happy about how things turned out,

I’m happy to have the memories of the love, laughs and smiles.