A Malady Called Time

Her bravery knew no bounds,

Though my voice, to her,

No longer had a sound.

It was a malady, called time,

That struck my presence 

From her mind.

With her, I had a cape

Not all heroes, I thought,

Could have this shape.

She began with uncertainty,

But when she made me,

We walked boldly.

Her life, I changed,

Though the love we shared

Now fades.

Put aside, I joyfully cry

As I see her 

With light in her eyes.

Her confidence,

Bottomless.