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