Sometimes I wonder if you are at peace now.
I gaze up at the sky for what feels like forever,
as if the answer might be written there among the stars.
Your voice is missing, your laughter too.
And no matter how many tears I shed,
nothing finds its way back to me.
two small souls who often speak your name,
even though they are still too young to truly understand.
I try to raise them strong, kind, and wise.
Sometimes I fear hanging your pictures on the wall,
because the memories roar too loudly in their silence.
I try to let go of the moment
I touched you for the last time —
how still the world around you became,
though inside you, so much still cried out.
Perhaps I should have seen it,
should have stayed, should have fought harder.
But somewhere along the way,
And yet, you are still here.
in every step we take forward.