As The Dust Settles

In the beginning, we burned bright, brighter than any suns or stars could ever dream of, but even suns and stars eventually burn out. You were taken from this world, from me, far quicker than should be allowed. For every plan of the future we made together came and went as nothing more than a reminder of the emptiness you left behind. An emptiness I have no intention of trying to fill, for a thousand bodies of men just like you would only be enough to bury me in, but none would ever be enough to fill the void your loss has created. Grief is a powerful thing like that. They say it comes in waves, and if that is the case, then I am drowning. I say let me. At least then I could see you once more, even if only for a fleeting moment, as my mind plays all of the best my life has offered in my final seconds. I know I would see you then. This is not the life you would want for me, that is known. But I do not know how to live in a world where I am expected to enjoy you only in mind, otherwise, you are confined to this dusty box of memories. Photographs do not allow me to hear your laugh, so loud and full of life that I had no other choice but to laugh with you. Your smile is not done justice, with its warmth and promise of kindness. Sobbing into the clothes you wore is incomparable to weeping on your shoulders as you reminded me that I was not to face the world alone. And yet here I am, doing exactly that. Time, my love, has not done me any favors. It has been my greatest enemy, the one thing I hate more than the loss that plagues my soul. And yet, it is the time we spent together that has allowed me to stay strong and true. I can only wait for the day that it reunites us.