I miss your laughter
that rang like a steeple’s bell-
Reverberating my soul,
It shook up my everything,
& rang like an old friend calling.
That smile that cracked jokes,
crackled like wildfire,
and cracked my walls
as they fell
& crashed like old Jericho.
I miss your hands,
How gentle they were for a carpenter,
Rough drafts for dreams
that never saw fruition
before you walked away,
But I stayed and I waited,
Waited for the sound-
of your voice as your dreams tumbled like fireflies,
into the cool summer night,
Your eyes were my favorite story because for a moment –
the day that we met
I saw myself in them //
But you didn’t, and as time went on, I didn’t.
I couldn’t see myself in my own reflection,
Lost in loss but never in faith,
I write my hope on my soul in candles that will never dim,
Because sometimes what we believed was our rock to ground us-
was really just our greatest challenge,
and hardest lesson //
You were my tallest mountain.