You were the gift that gave me eyes, and grateful I’ll forever be. The poetic beauty inside our loss is within the dark we see.
So here I write my letter to you, the following week since you passed.
You burst into my life like a firework, burning twice as bright but twice as fast.
Unlike a rocket you’ll fail to fade, and your love will never be surpassed.
As I pen the ink my words begin to smudge, with tears that start to fall.
I feel your presence is close to me, and memories flood back to recall.
So here begins my letter dear love, you were a gift and a loss to us all.
Like a New York snow fall, on a starry December’s eve.
Like an enchanted walk in central park, beneath the flowing trees.
I took your hand and felt your pulse, as together we were free.
Like a shore walk in paradise, along the edge of a summer’s breeze.
Like a boat ride across the crystal blue, a magic sail upon the seas.
You make me smile with one quick glance, and you rule my memories.
The love for you cannot be described, and the loss can never be healed.
I placed the flowers upon your stone, and ached with every petal that pealed.
Now I know I’ll see you again someday, as we walk into the golden field.
I leave you with a kiss and a hug, and pray you are safe and strong. I’ll count the days till I see you again; I hope that it's not too long.