My sorrow is as rich as chocolate
and heavy as silver,
it falls on top of my body and coils into my chest beside the place where the red roses grow in the sun.

It is comfort to taste the warmth of grief.

I can feel you with every step and remember where you laughed beside me.
This garden grows up from the earth like you grew from within me; any strangeness and sadness I know is from the loss of you.