i wrote this. it's a completely, fall down on my knees, self pity poem where every thought shines the light on how great he is - how great he was - is - was. i have no idea anymore. just because he isn't here doesn't mean he stopped being who he was - is - was. past tense is just so hard to admit to. i'm in sad shape.
when the Dragon smiled
she always returned with one of her own
but always in complete awe of his.
when the Dragon laughed
she delighted in the sound
that he shared only with her.
when the Dragon was deep in thought
she studied his face, his lines, his strength
and hoped his thoughts were of her.
when the Dragon spoke
she listened to his tone, his words,
and she fell in love all over again.
when the Dragon slept
she kept vigil with a quiet hand on his chest
and was calmed by the steady beats and his breath.
when the Dragon loved her
she believed in the forever she found
in his great arms and gentle eyes.
and when the Dragon died
she saw her world torn apart
and her soul left without it's other half.
as time has gone on, without her Dragon
she has been felled with the burden of carrying on
while missing her Dragon, wanting him, loving him.
and now, back to the wedding.