You had seemed marked for better things, leading a charmed life along the road which, for you, never seemed bitter or cold. The road found you, enticing you into adventures. The dog-eared confidence that held everyone captive in its intoxicating wake, the enthusiasm that never failed to invoke you to always take a closer look. The journey which took you where you needed to go hid a more powerful force that brought things to you, needing you, needing to be in your presence. Unchanging in your unassuming ways, seeming always gently surprised at the beauty the world held out for you and somehow for you, the road never seemed bitter or cold. Now that you have gone the world seems to be a darker place. Losing my way over old familiar footsteps I try to follow you, knowing there are places in the path which I shall never be able to go. I wish I had your courage I wish I could see the brilliance that was your joy, before the world exhausted the wells of beauty that it had once known. The road finds me now, taking solace in the Only piece of you there is left. Walking bitter, cold and alone.
