Fragments
It's getting hard for me to remember you. The smile that you flashed no matter how bitter and tough a situation you found yourself in. Your face, no matter how many times it was baked under the sun. The years have not been kind to you, but believe me when I said that the crinkles didn't make you look any less beautiful. And then, your voice... the only vivid memory I have of it when I was just a child, when we were recording a children's song in the bedroom, the balloon song. Your singing voice, not a professional singer you were, but it was melodic all the same. It was a silly children's song, and we were half making fun of it, but what joyous time we had. How I lamented the fact that I no longer posses the recording. Your face is nothing more than a picture in my gallery. Your voice is nothing but a distant memory. And it's getting further, and further away from my grasp. How I miss you so. How I yearn to have you by my side again and to have your face be the firs