I got to go see your first home, simple.
Just like you.
I got to re live some of your old experiences.
Again simple.
I got to hear stories of you, told from a loving point of view.
Beautiful.

They all kept your spirit alive.
Adventitious, and daring, yet simple, and sweet. Someone honest and true.
They don't make them like you.
Not anymore.

My heart aches less knowing you're okay.
My heart stays strong from loving you.