I walk amongst the heather, thinking of you.

Lonely flowers in hand, feet dripped in dew.

To the hills where we walked, I’m on my way.

Every hill I will climb in your memory today.

 

The wind is merely gentle, cool upon my face.

A thousand memories await me in this place.

I see the pale sun, now rising from its sleep.

It’s that time of year for my promise to keep.

 

There is silence all around, stillness in the air.

Just the way we loved it, as into the past I stare.

In selfish sorrow, I think back in tearful pain.

In a moment of anguish, I call out your name.

 

Things like this happen because I miss you so.

And even with the passing of time, I can’t let go.

The day it darkens, I go home, heart broken in 2.

I’m empty handed now, the flowers I left with you.