Christmas is a time of rememberence, Sycath has been gone from us for three and a half months, yet still the wound is raw. My thoughts go out to his family at the time of year and know all too well the pain they will be feeling.

I don't want to be alone
thought i could be the first
to make it on my own

i'm wandering down
at the same old road
so here we are again
trying to understand it all

I know it’s dead and gone
but try as I might
I just can’t move on

They say that time
can heal all wounds
but the pain is all too real
with every birth of a new moon