and so, I move forward,
carrying the love we shared like a sacred relic,
knowing that he is woven into
the very fabric of the world around me.

he lives in the quiet whisper of the breeze
that brushes my cheek,
in the soft glow of the stars
that guide me through the dark.

his presence lingers in the spaces we once filled,
a gentle reminder
that he is part of everything he loved. ...