Your voice in my head now grows faint,
Old memories, that dreams now do taint,
Nought remains clear, of what it once were,
That reassuring presence beside, no longer here,
As I walk down this trail, along the river bed,
Some part of us, with each step i seem to shed,
I look to the west and see the sun bid me aideu,
It's fading light telling me something i already knew,
I close my eyes and bid thee a fond farewell,
In the rising sun, a different morrow it seems, for both of us shall dwell...

(Long time since a poems come huh? Writers block I say!)