I’m not entirely sure that it’s a good idea to post this, but I thought I should.. yet shouldn’t. I said yesterday that I’d write a poem. I have.

• I sit at my desk, withrnMy pen in my hand,rnTrying to form an image,rnTo capture what I havernLost

Fragments of dream andrnMemory spin through me,rnShape and sound, colour andrnVoice, reflecting what isrnGone

I cannot do them justice

The memories I have willrnRemain, as the realitiesrnFade away, gone now,rnForever

Yet I will neverrnForget. rnI will alwaysrnCare.

I regret that I had no chance to sayrnFarewell, to say the seemingly empty, rnYet essential words, so now,rnWith all my heart,

Goodbye Nan. *

-Andiyar