Good as Gone

I live for the moments we shared,

Laughing so hard our lungs ache for air,
Or even just sitting down, messing around.
Variates of them are endless,
Everyone pure and unique.

Young with energy and courage,
Old with thoughts and beliefs,
Untouchable from those with eyes.

Both an odd combination,
Unusual at best,
Together to become one, in an ultimate quest.

Young and courageous,
Old with beliefs
Universe of difference

Having no points of meets.
Any day that passes,
The one to blame stops to stare back,
Empty eyed, mind full of memories

Mourning the loss of the
Erased happiness that I now lacks.