Woods

Strolling through the dark lit woods,
passing by where you once stood.
Remembering your every inch,
has my throat closing to a pinch.
I remember still your last words,
as we saw those dazzling mockingbirds..
"these are the most beautiful things I've ever seen, but now that I am 18,
it's time for me to leave"
and with that you went away,
leaving me alone to grieve,
strolling through these dark lit woods,
passing by where you once stood