I miss your zeal;
The appeal you gave life—
a breath of fresh air.
pure light lived in your chest.
your genuine smile and disheveled hair.
you were true in every word you spoke
you never cloaked yourself behind impure intent.
you met everyone at their level, and never made them feel small.
your hope in others was unrelenting,
but, what I miss most of all,
is feeling less alone.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
I miss your zeal;
The appeal you gave life—
a breath of fresh air.
pure light lived in your chest.
your genuine smile and disheveled hair.
you were true in every word you spoke
you never cloaked yourself behind impure intent.
you met everyone at their level, and never made them feel small.
your hope in others was unrelenting,
but, what I miss most of all,
is feeling less alone.
I miss my aunt. She gave me hope that others could hold so much love and empathy in their hearts.