today marks
day 903
903 days
since you’ve left.
the first day I met you
I was tiny, barely a
fragment in this universe.
You held me
and shouted,
“She has my eyes!”
days collected together
just like a dusty library.
the memories we had together
are now ink, written and
unwritten.
how can I fit
8,035 days of admiring
your soul
learning your ways
into 78,083 pages?
yet I hope
that I got it right.
the way your heart
adored the small creatures
that purred
and deferred
your pain.
the way you
radiated joy
every time
you heard thunder
echo in the distance,
lightning splitting the sky.
the way you
carried the 10 of Wands
for days upon years
and released
finally…
this lifetime.
here I hope
that one day,
all of our days
will be held
in the hands of those
that were made
from the same
stars as us.
Grief is eternal. But so is love.