Journal 7 Matt

    Still Beside Me

    You were missed in every place
    we were meant to see together,
    in every laugh, every long road,
    and every beautiful view.

    I carried your memory with me,
    but sometimes it felt
    as though you were carrying me too.

    In quiet moments,
    in unexpected laughter,
    and in the places that took my breath away,
    I could feel your spirit near.

    You were not beside me
    in the way we had planned,
    but somehow, my friend,
    you were never truly far away.

    India became part of your journey too,
    carried through my eyes,
    held within my heart,
    and shared with you in every step.