Is it weird that it doesn’t hurt as much as it did

ten years ago when your sister called

in the velvet of night with heartbreak in her voice

and pain in her cries to tell me you were no more?

I googled Grief and How Long It Lasts to get an idea

of when I would no longer cling to grief

and it was as vague as the memory of me boarding a plane

to come bury you instead of marrying you.

Don’t get me wrong, besito, there is still a sliver of hurt,

a tiny crack in my heart that will likely never heal

and Morgan Heritage will and has never sounded the same again.

Today though…

It didn’t hurt as much and when I thought of you,

tears didn’t crowd my eyes as they have so often done in

the past decade on November 10th.

Instead, I smiled and said a prayer for you,

in whatever heavens welcomed you and your bila finesse-ness.

You are missed.

That will never change.

Rest on in blessed peace, beso.