It happens without
warning.
Life is normal.
We're functioning.
And then one day
we're not.

A heart stops
beating,
a life ends,
and what we're
left with are these
fluid motions.

We carry on,
but with a thread
unraveled.
A broken heart.
An aching memory.

Remind the people
you love each day
that they make
your world brighter.

When the light
disappears,
you'll hope that you
captured their glow
in photographs,
or letters.
Silent reflections
of the heart.

Even when
she was gone,
I could feel her
through soft fabrics
and midnight sweats.
 
I could hear her
in the ocean waves,
and the hum of
the metro.
 
Through the
rumbling base
of the city
she was still
alive.
Still filling us
up with her love.
 
She was a legend,
and I stood by,
pen in hand,
hoping for
a sign.