With the remembrance day commemorations, the darker nights and colder days, I can feel death in the air, wisps of smoke which drift past causing grief to feel raw again.

They say time is a healer. I disagree.
Sometimes the aching chasm of loss opens up again, a black hole, threatening to destroy all light.

The injustice that life just carries on despite them being gone. The birds still sing, the flowers still bloom.

The what if’s as yet another birthday passes. One we should have celebrated together, not being a sad reminder of what is gone.

Seeing your school friends, now marry and have children of their own.

Yes, it was 23 years ago when you suddenly left, but some days it still feels like yesterday.

Time is not a healer. It just takes me further away from the time when you were here.