To the days when a minute lasted hours. To the hour that lasted hours . To the dreams that remained dreams , to the stars shinning  bright in the dark. To the moon that shined... well unlike hope. To them who said forever but never mean it. To the lifeless days who needed light. Into the woods and wild. Through the rough and tough times when he was missed. With the fire within that never went low.. the fire that was wild when she had him around...The time which is being longed for . The days that never ended into soulful nights . And the nights that turned to beautiful mornings. Rather than the days and night prefer evenings or early mornings . That is a combination at least best combination of hope and pain..... Deaths be so cruel...