I met your dearest
friend today. I noticed his eyes softened
when he talked about you.
I was watching the wrinkles
on his face press together as
he laughed, and wondered
how you would have looked if you
got to live to his age.
I met a piece of you today,
your memory in someone's heart,
the way he's not the same
without you, the things he remembers
about you, and I realized no
matter how much I have grieved,
I still haven't grieved enough.
