Meditate to make amends

A constant breeze from the hole of energy her death carved out within me and Nine hundred and twenty-eight days later, I still Get choked up when I try to remember not to forget her and sometimes not to hate her So I made her my happy place A place where I now go 2x a day to meditate In this place created with an image of her face, a version of her I remember during a period where she exuded inner grace In a chapter from our life’s story We sit side by side Overlooking the stinging meadow at our shared childhood campsite I now love to meditate because I get to see her face Some days that’s enough today, I touched her hand it felt so real Like I could feel it in this place If I could make amends in this space, I created Which I made with particles of her that now keep me calm during times I meditate I can move past the guilt I carry, so I can focus on living and not how it ends Grief is real. So I made it my dearest friend I miss you more than my heart can ever heal or will ever mend