I Won't Die

I miss him,

the way he loved, the way he laughed, the way he lived.

I miss our hikes through the forest, rain or shine,

and the apple we shared every time.

I miss the fishing,

and the false fury when I got the first bite.

But I saw the love and pride in his eye’s,

when the student surpassed the master.

I miss him,

every time I eat an apple, or go hiking, or fishing.

But I do it anyway ’cause it reminds me,

of how he loved, laughed and lived.

I do it ’cause I loved him,

in all his stubborn glory.

He said “I won’t die”,

and he hasn’t ’cause I remember.