Reflection is always down to interpretation, and this poem to me stands for all that is great about memories and captions we carry in our heads.

Most moments in time and pigments of our imagination are down to how we perceive them to be.

Looking at your picture your clutching those tiny blue flowers they remind me of you,

Frail, yet blooming with a delicate strength

You, we had seemed invincible,

Just the two of us

Our own private wonder world, our own special love,

Memories crowd inside my head like shadows inside a forgotten attic

But unlike shadows, each one carries it’s own magical light,

You were so confident we could make it

If we can with stand this you said then we can with stand anything,

But now your gone.

- Anonymous