E.E. Cummings once said "You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars."
But it's so much more than that...

You are the steady rain on the windowsill, the thunder rumbling through the dark, and the lightning crackling against the sky.

You are the first snowfall in the middle of the night, undisturbed as the city sleeps and the streetlights reflect the iridescent sparkle across the icy surface.

You are the warm sunshine against a clear blue sky on a hot summer day, a breeze whipping through my hair through the opened windows.

You are the love songs I sing as I dance around the room, the smile etched on my lips and the light laughter that makes my eyes twinkle like stars.

You are the ice in my veins, the weight in the middle of my chest, and the rapid pounding of my heart against my ribs that made my body its home the second you took your last breath.

You are the tears that flow with no end in sight in the middle of the night when sleep fails to show up on time.

You are the internal screams directed to the heavens, the longing of strong arms to steady me, and the sharp stabs of guilt that I'm still here and you are not.

You are more than my sun, my moon, and all my stars... you are my valleys, my mountains, my oceans, and my forests.

You are my world, my heaven, my hell.

You are mine.

Originally written: January 2024.