Once upon a full moon,

while my heart broke in two,

while my form swirled and sifted,

while I drowned in sadness, in pain,

I thought of you.

Swirls of black on my skin moved,

the pain started drifting away

because I remembered you.

I remembered us as we once were.

My eyes stopped glimmering red, rage sipping away.

My pain stopped eating at me

because I knew you wouldn't want this for me.

You would want me to fight.

To feel.

To love.

To live.

Yet, my heart was squashed into pieces,

all of them searching for you.

Trying to find what was there was no more,

the bright light of your life that was extinguished far too soon.

Then I hear your whisper,

the voice of an angel in my ear,

encouraging me to be strong.

To keep going.

To deny darkness its prey.

To live.

Slowly but surely, pieces of my heart float back to me.

They swirl above my hand.

They rebuild.

They reborn.

They reform.

They are not as strong, but they are there.

You guide me to love again.

Proving once again that you love me even in death.

Because you wish me happiness, even if it's without you.

And I find her.

And even though she is not you.

And even though I still miss you.

I learn to love again.

There is still room in my heart for love.

It doesn't erase you.

It doesn't replace you.

It doesn't stop the pain.

Nothing can.

But it helps me live.

It's a new love,

a different love,

but it's still worth feeling.

I am alive again.

I found love again.

I can breathe again.

I thank you for guiding me.

For being there for me even in death.

Life is worth living.

If one only found a way.

You showed me mine.

Proving that true love is wishing happiness to your beloved,

even if it's without you by their side.

Farewell.

Until we meet again.