I miss her so much...and I will until I die.

I miss her so much...and I will until I die.

At least I am yet to have alcohol.

The Anniversary.

It is not a pale blue moon

The whisper of spent surf

Lapping at the sea wall

As a Snowy Owl

Circles above white sand

In search of supper

The pause

Between breaths

As a glass tilts

Slowly against salted lips

The anticipation

Of an amber heaven

The drama of a cosmic storm

Stars falling from the sky

As intense as fireworks

In celebration

Of another New Year

The red flare of dawn

Against a backdrop

Of infinity

It is not a loss

Or absence of wonder

It is the absence of you.