Precious Memories

I awake and search for him.
But my hands come up empty.
My mind steps out from the darkness and i remember that he is no longer with me.
And the pain and sadness comes to me again.
But with precious memories;
The first time I saw his face.
The first time I heard his voice.
The first call, the first text.
The first hug.
The day i held his hand.
Riding on the bus next to him, the blinding Guatemalan sun on our faces.
Walking around a city full of magic.
Resting my head on his shoulder.
Our silly pictures, every night on the phone.
Your goodbye and wondering when ill ever see your face again.
I miss you Pao. ILY!