Just looking in my emails for a draft email to you, and I found this... I wonder if you will ever read it...

Losing your therapist.

It's been a year now, but the blink of an eye,
Since that fateful day where you said goodbye.

Why can't I see you, and take hold of your hand,
This is a loss I just can't understand.

I don't have a gravestone, or pictures of you,
And the memories I have, they just seem too few.

So much I miss, but with no-one to share,
All of my longings just end in despair.

You taught me to walk, you taught me to be,
You were the good enough mother to me,

Something so special, something so right,
Something I held in my heart oh so tight.

Then all of a sudden, one day you were gone,
But you didn't pass, your life carried on.

Eternal time keeps ticking on as seasons come and go,
Through springs new dawn and summers heat, to winters falling snow.

But time is finite for you and me, mere mortals of this land,
And every day away from you I see the slipping of the sand.

I make the most of all these days and fill them with my best,
I do the things I know I love and then take time to rest.

And when I lay my weary head, when all around me is still,
I dream of the day when we'll meet again,
And hope against hope that we will.