My dearest….

 

I wish you were immortal

 

Or life would be bland

 

Days would be an agonizing drag from what they used to be 

 

I would hum the songs of sorrow through my memories 

 

Before drifting off to nightmares

 

My eyelashes would drip with tears like damp leaves on a rainy evening

 

Loving would seem impossible to do again

 

You were a piece of work

 

Your chest was filled with soft fists radiating through the mirror

 

You were a warrior

 

Reminding me that women were not beasts

 

But rather rebels of our time

 

Shattering differences into puzzle pieces meant to be fit together

 

For now the bed will stay larger than usual

 

The pictures will stay in place

 

And the ring will be left unoccupied