A half-full shot glass
A decorated grave
A 21st birthday
The 6th one you didn’t
Celebrate
In the cold chill of that night
The shot of Crown burning my throat
Did not warm me
But the words you whispered
From a half-lived life
That you lived to the fullest
Blanketed my heart
And calmed my soul
And I knew

That no matter how long that glass sits half-full in front of your grave, your half-lived life that you lived to the fullest will overflow from the sky as blue as your eyes and your love will pour onto us like rain in a drought.

Leaving our hearts half-filled with your
Spirit
The other half living in Heaven