my love,

I’ve written of you being a shore. I’ve written of the compassion with which you have woven our lives. I’ve written of bright memories with our children. Year after year, your vitality, your strength, the promise you have kept, the light in the dark, the warmth against the winter.

You would think it would get easier, you would think it’s a toy that we’ve assembled and turned the crank and we let out into the world and just watch them