She is the light of my life.
Was, though now I remember all the
softness from her. Purity, which sickened like the
yellow skin spread over her in the end.
Sunshine always lit up the sky and
poured in the windows when
out of the world she went. We sat still
on the edge of her bed as the monitors held one dissonant note.
All the stars came out that night. This is a story
of love, loss, and nature looking at
us, knowing just what we needed.