There was nothing more beautiful
Than the moment we spoke of dreams
Looking up to the evening sky
Nothing sweeter
Than the scent of the flowers
Held in your tiny hands
The way you always smiled
Never needing a reason
Just the moment we had
This is not just a memory I have
It is what brought me comfort
When we knew we’d be so far apart
The Wandering Poet 
So beautiful, Andy. ❤
Thank you 🙂 🙂