I'm preparing for
my journey into
grief,
thinking
why do this?
I knew this day was coming
the calendar
rolls forward
butterflies
began their dance
of tiptoes
inside my heart.
Your month was here.
As one week went past,
one picture found its way
from the bottom of my
drawers into my shaking hands.
You.
With the every ready smile
beckon me into the past.
Not yet I beg, and quickly slam
out of my room.
The next week follows and
suddenly here
I'm on the cusp of
your death;
again.
I feel all of it
sweeping through me,
I am embraced
by the thoughts of
what was.
I retrace my footsteps
slowly, so I don't forget
for a moment,
who you were to me.
The light shining bright
out of the darkness.
You never faltered,
or fell
from my grace.
Do not make yourself
weary,
It is not in me
to forget.
You
my friend,
are forever
emblazoned
on my soul.
I miss you.
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