Eternal Love and Remembrance

I watched you by the windowsill, love. Carrying out the roses,

pouring yesterday's tea. Packing Matthew's album, every photograph of me. The cards,

the bears, the ginger beer gone flat. You did it all so gently

while your heart was breaking in half. Your dad always told you,

"Don't you cry when you're down". I met him here the moment I arrived.

He stood waiting with open arms, smiling through his own tears. And when he

saw you crying, he let a few fall too. So cry,

my love, it's allowed, Heaven cries with you. Every tear you