To those who once walked beside me, and are now forever beyond reach:

Your footsteps still echo in the silence between my own.
Though the road bends and your paths lie hidden,
I hold the memory of your light within the quiet depths of my heart.

We gave our word, we laughed freely, and watched the stars.
Now I speak your names to the wind, hoping it carries my voice to wherever you wander.
I still walk on. Though my steps may falter, your memory walks beside me.




Storch,

One who remembers you still

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Mayan, in the year 978 AF.