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