Oft in quiet moments I wonder where you’d be,
Where you would have lead me,
Where we’d have gone together, travelled along life’s road to where.
Who you’d have been, who you’d have made me,
How would knowing you have changed me?
Would I see a mirrored face, eyes blue or no, crooked nose and solemn mouth?
I see you in my mind’s eye and wonder does my mind lie,
It’s been so long the pain and scars have faded but still remains a small thin scab,
Mustn’t pick at it.
Leave it be.
Past is past.
Codladh Sάmh.
