Never to have thought this day to come

One above and one below

Perhaps to never reconcile complete

This enormous wound of you

As I fold into my grief

I dare never whisper goodbye

To the one who taught me hello

Hands held, searching for human comfort

In a time of celebration and sorrow

You breezed through my heart

To them materialize

A butterfly through stained glass windows

A whisp of hope through tears

A promise of life, even after passing

You came to flit amongst those who gathered

To comfort

As you always have

And forever shall

You are my heart of hearts

The giving tree

And I have been told

It shall never get better

But different

And I have no say in this matter

Though I promise, my love

To live enough

For us both