Without You.

Two years without your footsteps on the earth, how strange then that life has gone on without you, Flowers have blossomed, bloomed and withered, whole seasons have passed without acknowledging our loss, Defiant of our grieving the sun has gone about her business, and the moon still nightly appears as if nothing has changed but the passing of years. I thought for a while at least, for a little little while time should have stood still, and the elements out of respect , should have silently and motionlessly wept But days have come and gone one, after the other and another and another, two years and life goes on without your footsteps seasons pass without your song two years and I carry you with me your breath has ceased your spirit strong.