I’m fragmented by your absence.
I’m suffering love
the color of tears.
It is salty and dark
It is laborious to breathe.
I’m not afraid
of loving you
as I held you.
I’m conscious of the vulnerability
in which I’m submersed
from our severed physical connection.
My grief is a mere reflection
of our laughter, our conversations
distilled into our unwitting last
“I love you.”
I bring the best parts of us forward with me.
I will not betray our trust.
Your love is a part of who I am now.
No matter how deep the anguish,
There is no regret in cherishing
the you I knew.