I would walk over earth and stone
To hear the lilt of your laugh once more
Swim vast seas current to
Breathe again your scent
Jump over an abyss
If it meant one more heated argument
Is a moment ever really lived
And appreciated
When its finality is not known but
Only hinted of in glimpses
Death waits with humor-curled lips
Until you find yourself standing in without
And left staring at what remains within
An empty husk of what you were
Before the shards of gone
I cry into puddles of missing
Longing for future moments never born
Wondering when it will get easier
And your memories reflection
Won’t sear as deep
