3 years

3 years today,
3 years you've been gone,
It feels quite short,
And also quite long,
So much has changed in these last 3 years,
From the colour of my hair to my weight and my years.

I hope you're looking down in me,
I hope you're allowed,
Seeing who and what I've become,
I hope you are proud.

I still miss you each night and morning,
And that will never change,
For we are all still mourning,
The proof is on this page.

Every year this day comes around, We cry, smile, and see memories all around