i feel your existence

when the breeze touches my skin

as though you're touching me.

i feel your presence

when the sunshine wraps me up

as though i'm in your arms.

memories will never fade,

not even in time.  
still missing you,
dearly.

Dear Iris,

the colors of which you painted on the arch

bring joy to hearts.

As one crosses the arch

the message of which you wished to send

lift hearts up.