I Won't Forget

Just to be clear, this is a story

The morning light shines down, grey flat clouds filling the day. The sounds, the sights, the character of the city still glimmer everywhere. It seems wrong. The cars should be silent. The people should wear black. The bustle should be subdued. The pavements are slick with water from the rain that pours upon our heads as we stand at the graveside. The coffin lowered slowly into the earth as the minister speaks. It isn't enough. He doesn't say the words we need to hear. He speaks nothing but nonsense. I can't hear him anyway. My mind wanders back to the memories. The best days of my life were spent with you, laughing, joking, just talking. The places we've been to and the things we've seen. All forgotten. I'm the only one to keep the memories alive. So I make a vow. I will never forget. Our memories, our days of youth and imagination will stay with me for the rest of forever. The memory of your face, beautiful, will always haunt me. I never got to tell you. I wish things hadn't been so sudden, but it was your choice. I accept that now. You are forever missed, but I know you'll have it better wherever you went than you ever did here on earth. I won't forget what you did for me. And I know that one day we'll meet again. So for now, I say goodbye. But in years to come, I'll say hello again.