so she writes. and draws. and sews.
no matter how hard life becomes
no matter how lonely i get
i will not risk
changing any one thing
if it might change what i had with you
your name will forever be on my lips
memories of you are my crutch
i won't improve
my life one bit now
if it would alter my before with you.
the sorrow i feel is a gift
this grief is a blessing for me
it honors the us
the you and i
it is proof of the bond we shared.
i miss you
in the morning
i wake to
ineffable sadness
the new and enduring
constant.
i rise
in physical pain
from aging,
that feels harsher
without you.
i miss you
in the afternoon
when the length
of the day
stretches out
interminably
as the cruel sun
shines down
on my life
and my future
without you.
i miss you
in the evening
when the stars
shine coldly
on a Dragon-less world.
deepening shadows
cannot shroud the grief
etched on my face
as i endure the close
of another day
without you.
i miss you
in the night
when dreams of you,
or the lack thereof,
wake me to an
empty bed
and i become
intimate
with a longing
that can never be healed
without you.
