Held in my Heart
How precious life is yet it is swept away in a heartbeat, as though time itself forgets to hold on.
How can that be, when I have such love for you a love that roots deeper than the passing of days?
My love is not swept away. It does not vanish with breath; it is held, quiet and steady, in the depths of my heart where loss cannot reach.
Why does the universe not care vast, indifferent, unblinking whilst I care so fiercely? Am I better than the universe, or simply more fragile?
A spirit so unique, you were larger than life itself, spilling light into every corner you touched.
You, a most precious wonder now gone. And still, the tears fall, as if they remember what the universe does not.