On the journey of darkness,
You shone a light reflecting who I was,
You knew I was lost,
You never tried to carve a path,
Hang fairy lights or paint a Santa tree.
Instead you breathed quietly by my side
Shining a light reflecting who I was.
On the return to darkness am I lost again?
I miss you Andy.
Can I find a flash light, some sight within to reflect who I am for myself this time?
On the return to darkness there is no breath but mine.