Girl, I know you miss your boo, trust that he’s watching over you,
Sometimes life is so unfair and this time it came for you,
Searching for so long, on your own for too long,
One dud after another, some worse than others, seemed like the universe was clowning,
Then he popped up from out the blue, swept you off your feet, like in them romance books,
Ticked every box inside out, from his character to his charm, to his interests, in addition to good looks,
But beneath the surface a silent killer lurked, a ticker problem, probably genetic, only Lord knows if or when it would go berserk,
That’s what he said, but promised you needn’t worry and to just enjoy the present,
Take it day by day, no need to feel dismayed, in the end all will be ok.
‘Til one day when it wasn’t, the beast within struck,
Claimed him just like that, y’all were together just a few months, surely it wasn’t long enough,
Talked about a happily ever after during that span, a life as man and wife planned,
Exchanging rings and ‘I do’s’, living on a farm, a simple life, raising a kid or two,
Then fate intervened, brutally snatched your other half,
Your reaction visceral but expected, praying and screaming out loud like an animal wounded,
Your tears flow ceaselessly, enough to raise ocean levels,
Gestures and words of comfort seemingly unnoticed in the throes of grief and mourning,
They say there’s someone for everyone, you found him, in that regard you’re a lucky one,
Better to have loved and lost, as the saying goes, perhaps a silver lining if ever there was one,
Farewelled him in style, the ceremony befitting one as beautiful as he, but the funeral starts once it’s over, what to do with all this grief?
You say you’d peaked, that life will never be better, no more fairytales, it’s over, you had it, now it’s gone forever,
He’s up there in the clouds waiting patiently before you join him for eternity, but for now do try to get on, trying though it may be, it’s what he would have wanted, for you to live happy and stress-free,
Up to you whether or not you open up to another, some unions remain unbroken even unto death,
But his story and legacy, now they are yours to tell,
Be his historian, keep his memory alive, a love like yours can and should be shared,
If nothing else consider it a form of healing, never know how many lives you’ll be touching,
For now take your time, it’s a marathon and not a race, life is what you make it, continue to fill that album, know that you were loved, carry it with you, he’s watching from up above.