673 days ago
I met the love of my life.
128 days ago
I became your wife.

I never could have imagined
What real love could grow into.
But my childhood, midnight dreams,
Came true when I met you.

As each amazing day with you
Turns into precious years,
I continue to find who I really am
And you relieve me from my fears.

The future with you, My Valentine,
Is beautiful beyond belief.
During times of bliss and joy,
And even during times of grief.

I will love you with all I have, my dear
Until the day I die.
For better or worse, rich or poor,
I'll be your valentine.

There's a river that flows
Although it can't be seen.
It is pure yet wild
But mostly serene.
It has no beginning
And it has no end.
It's more than a lover
And more than a friend.
It hates and it hurts
And it slams and it kills.
It loves and it touches
And it soothes and it heals.
It's sky and it's earth
It's black and it's white.
It's life and it's death
It's dark and it's light.
To each of us here
None see it the same.
But to all who have felt it
It carries the same name.
It is happiness and sorrow
Tears of pain and of joy.
It's a smile and a frown
It's a girl and a boy.

It is love.

the stars speak to me
tiny glimmers of hope dotted across the
vast abyss of darkness
for they burn for millions of years,
yet light up not a fraction of the sky
but they persevere!
they persevere for the one who might find solace in their glow.
lighting up even one person's life
is reason enough to keep going
to keep living

I read of your passing and paused mid-bite.
The world seemed to grow colder, but you knew
it was time to begin your next adventure, one
far beyond this familiar world we had shared.

Scientist — no, pioneering champion —  
in the fight against cancer and diabetes,
you were humble even in your brilliance.
A giant among men, a heart greater still.

I can only think of each time you passed
me in the hallway, your shy smile luminous
even as you ducked past me as if afraid
I might start speaking about what we had both

lost so long ago. You had always been my late dad’s
favorite boss, and I remember the thoughtful albeit brief
email you sent me when the cancer took him, expressing
your sorrow that a great scientist and fellow man had left

this cruel world far too soon. Now you join him
and I picture the two of you, both clad in white lab coats
colliding in an awkward embrace, eager to update one another
on all that the other had missed from the other side.