A year has now passed since out final goodbye
Is it heartless of me that I no longer cry?
My memories are fading of the last words we spoke
Have I treated your passing as some kind of joke?
Guilt that my grief is slowly subsiding
I never want to forget everything you’ve provided
Anger I can’t prove how much I actually care
Heartbroken you’re gone, when there’s still so much to share.
Though I’m quiet I’ll remember out moments together
Sleepovers, Sunday dinner and barbecues in good weather
I miss and I love you, hating you’re not around
I just hope in this past year I’d have made you feel proud.