I sit alone at night the quiet surrounding me there is a peace in the air that is quiet, yet so loud My thoughts race with all the memories of her her softness her innocence the last cry i heard the last smile i soaked in you cant print them on paper they are etched only in your mind you can share them but not fully. not enough to make anyone understand the memories are all i have of a time i didnt know would end soon i didnt get to say goodbye and that saddens me deeply but at night when i am alone and no one expects anything from me my thoughts are hers hers alone. i keep that memory alive as much as one can so she doesnt die a second time i cant let that happen the world is sad enough the memory hurts enough.