Imprints

My brain won't shut up from thinking about you. It's Christmas day and amongst all the clamour and chaos I find myself wondering how your day is going; how you are doing; how things could have been. I still see you in all the syrup-swimming breakfast pancakes, the crackle-pop over-the-top fireworks, when Frodo stumbles into Mordor and when Harry finally defeats Voldemort. I wish I never learnt your kindness, your patience, your empathy. I wish I could go back in time and undo all the imprints you left on me.