I have waited for the
dayWhen I say his name out loud in a conversation
and the letters sound like a foreign language.
Where I do not know the meaning behind
the tone of his voice,
the affection that lay in the
way he said my nickname.
When the vowels that belong to him,
Finally let go to travel back into the universe,
becoming one of many.
Untangled and untied from me.
Interrupting my train of thought,
She said: ‘’Tell me that story again?’’
Of how they met on that December
night.
When I finally spoke of spirits and heroes
Very few people knew,
because he found treasures
when he always let all around him shine,
as he chose to steadily reflect,
Like I
never saw before,
Until that
day, my
love.