I can’t remember the sound of your voice, but I can still see the laugh lines of your face, the colour of your eyes. I can smell the mousse in your hair. See the freckles on your arms. I can’t feel the warmth of your hugs, but I can see the tweety birds you used to doodle on scrap pieces of paper, and the evidence of creativity that bled from your fingertips. You made me feel so safe, but you also created someone who was brave. I wish you knew who I’ve become because I can’t see you, but I’m okay. I just miss you everyday.