There is a star; it is a precious star and it bears your name, my name — eternity lies there, a place for us to commune; and we do not linger there, as it douses our long-forfeit memories of pain.
I am made strong by the promise of a second chance, a consistent rainbow of a myriad of purples and blues. And I am happy, not unhappy. I’m happy but it is a delicate tendril, altering sublime attitudes within me without my knowledge until we meet again; silently and with immeasurable purpose.
I will breathe again then, knowing all the time that has passed contributed to this ache, this longing, this greed. And I will resign this life as it had begun — with you.
— for mum