life is a short message received

but never quite processed until you must grieve

the life you have lost 

the beautiful moments you tossed

all twisting around in a hurricane 

of the days before the darkness came 

but there is light at the end of the cave 

it touches every memory saved 

of you and her 

what a wonder you were 

but some are too painful to ever open up

they must be tucked away and locked shut 

the way she always touched your hair 

or looked into your eyes with bittersweet care