Et Dans Mort

Death fucking stole you from us, but you came back to reassure me.
Nothing will bring us together again in this life of mine, aside from your astral adventures into my nightly mind.
I thank you for the freedom from grief, my love.

Before.

I would smile to see your face, always happy, always free.
Laughter would shake me, reverberate through me at your silly jokes playing in my head.
Everything was good. Everything was all right.

After.

I used to cry every night when I thought about your face, no longer able to smile at the world.
I would shake and tremble, feeling sick when I heard your sainted voice in my head.
Nothing was all right. Nothing was good.

Now.

I miss you everytime I see your face. Always happy, forever free.
But the melodies of your voice brought me back to life, sending me into a head spin.
Things will be good. Things will be all right.

It fills me to the brim with joy to know that you're with me.
Closer to me in spirit than you were in life.
It took my breath away to wake up from that dream.
Thank you for visiting me, for letting me know you're around me.
I've never heard a more convincing, "It will be okay."
The clarity of your features should have signaled me.
Soul group... I like that.

Visit my dreams often, dear friend, my heart.
I long to see you again.