For eleven years
I’ve been knocking on your window,
Asking you to come and play.
We’ve wandered down paths
Hand in hand.
Sometimes slow,
Sometimes fast,
But always together.
We’ve bathed in lakes of shimmers,
We’ve climbed every Andorli mountain
And protected each other in the valleys.
Always together.
You and I
Me and you.
Tonight I’m knocking on your window.
I don’t hear a sound.
I keep knocking.
I can see a shadow,
But you don’t show.
You’ve never been gone before.
I’m confused.
That’s okay though,
I’ll just sit here under your window sill.
I know you’ll be back.
I know because you and I,
Me and you,
Are always together.
Among other things, J 
This is hauntingly beautiful, tragic but written with so much love. Absolutely fantastic, it’s really got to me in a weird heartache way.
I’m glad you felt it. I feel like a kid who lost their balloon to the wind.
The loss is painfully clear in those closing lines, it genuinely chokes you with sorrow. It’s hard not to feel when it’s be written with such care. ❤
I hope the love comes across as well. It’s very intimate to me, very much adored…most precious thing in my life.
The loss couldn’t have been as poignant if the love wasn’t there. It’s start so playfully, a whimsical adventurous love that is tragically gone. You’ve written something very special here.
Very special to me indeed. Thanks Cameron for feeling the journey with me :)
Always, you’ve a remarkable talent and I truly admire the art you create.
Beautiful on so many levels.
Very personal and dear to me
I can see