The twinkle in his eye made everything worthwhile,

The way it sparkled under the light,

Or the way it shone and illuminated in the night,

They guided me,

Just like the moon and sun guide each other,

In constant chase with one another,

Never to become one.

Only his shadow remained,

A constant aching memory of deepening darkness.

I remember his smile,

Clearest than any other pearl in the sea.

His smile a catalyst for love and eloquence,

Stirring me to smile in response,

And embrace in the warmest of hugs.

But time grows and the memory falters,

Only becoming a brief moment struggling within the wind.

And thus concluding our storybook ending.