For Cathy

They were the days allotted for us.

They were the days, all those years ago, when our time stood still, just for the two of us. Nothing mattered save for you and I, and the world was at peace, warm sunlight everyday warmed us and we laughed.

And we loved. Man, how we loved, those endless days that always ended with us as one. And how we loved.

And, now I look back. Alone. A solitary tear my only company.

Its another rainy day. Your picture is faded now, and try though I might, I cannot pass your house (long empty now), without a glance toward were once you waved at me from the window.

Laughter, always laughter.

Now I gaze out at the vast, arctic paradise that is my bed and weep.

I cannot go on. With you gone what then is left for me?

What cure is there for You?