One Year

One year ago today, one of my favourite people moved on to another life.

One year ago today, I realised that the hole she left only fit her shape and therefore, would never be filled.

One year ago today, I wished I had just one more day. Said one more word. Felt one more loving smack.

One year after, I stood where she is no longer and silently thanked her for watching over me.

One year after, I talk to her almost everyday.

One year after, I miss her just as much as I did one year ago.