hope

when I loved her
in days
when youth and life
meant the same thing and
future was some fruit
that we could pluck and share
a part of her dwelt in me
a part of me dwelt in her
 
when she died
that part of me
also died with her
but the part of her in me
kept on living
 
now I live while I die
every day a little
until our souls
get reunited
 
I bring flowers to her and
to the part of me
that died with her
later I walk around
the places
she used to love
for her to be happy
whilst she lives in me

even though I often cry
because I miss her
I also smile for her
for me and
when I give thanks
for the day I live
the love I feel and
the open window
of my hope