For Cheyenne

Flooded by memories the tears begin to flow increasing the depth of pain that I must wade. Like lightning illuminating the sky, flashes of shared times lead me to the shore. Exhausted from the fight to keep from drowning in the pool of sadness that formed, I fall to the ground searching for peace as I drift to sleep. I wake up pretending to not remember the news I received, praying that it was all a dream. Getting up to face the day, I try to remember more tears will only chase you away. Walking outside I see that it's your smile that brightens the day.