a bravery; a growing-closer

I love you so much sometimes,
I cry. If it's pain, it's not bad,
since I do know why.

I don't want
to live all of my life with
you gone. For the parts
you have made in me
while you're here
are enough
to live on.

For grief is joy.

The purest tribute
joy ever had. It's so
much we miss, so much
good not here - that makes
us so glad to scoff at bad. 

There's nothing to fear.