Epigraph - The Idea of You

Soaring higher than I could ever reach.

Leaving nothing, but the perfect idea of you,

a space where a heart used to beat,

and hopes and dreams of the better world that hovered in your tiny palms.

I cannot forget the frail longing for time,

time to hold you skin to skin and to watch you take shape,

the solid you, made of love and pride and things that were no match for the wings that you grew too soon.

AJWP