i was worried the heaviness of today
would knock me to the ground
and i’d find myself too tired, too sore, too sad
to get back up
and while my sorrow did find flames
to grow its fire
it was love, in the end,
that brought me to my knees
love in the form of flowers, gifts, balloons,
calls, hugs, texts, emails, and pictures
love in the form of asking,
of holding, of carrying
love in the form of remembering
that she was a part of this world,
however briefly
love in the form of honoring
that she is still a part of my world
and will be until we meet again,
in the next