in the quiet hours of night,
where memory softens into presence
and love crosses the distance
death could never claim.
Your absence is sharp,
yet your nearness is sharper
the way my heart stirs
when I swear I feel you
brush a strand of hair from my face,
the way the air changes
as though it remembers us.
I keep loving you the way we always did
not bound by time, not broken by loss,
but eternal, unshaken.
Every breath I take
is threaded with the echo of yours,
every dream I dream
is a doorway where we meet again.
If grief is the price of love,
then let me pay it forever
for even in sorrow,
I am yours,
and you are still mine.
Oh how I miss you....
Lil Miss B
