Thank you, for everything.

I felt as though

I couldn't move an inch

because if I gave but one,

my Grief would take four

and keep taking and taking until

there was nothing more

to give

So I stayed completely still

crouched in the brush

waiting for the Animal to go by

But the more I sat,

the more i noticed

And oh, how wrong I was.

The remembering is a gift

the pain, a blessing

the grief, a mercy.

Often, it can feel far too much.

But it serves as a reminder

of how big my love for you is

And I would much rather feel all of it

every single inch of it

than to have never loved you at all.

<3

-a.b.