I remember talking to you,
happy, smiling, joyous, free.
Soft and teasing green eyes cross
the waters, the zones, to me.
I remember seeing you through that small
square box, chocolate-brown hair at best
the clear, sweet peal of your
laughter that rang from your chest.
I remember your silence.
One moment you here, the
next you were gone.
Finally, I felt fear.