Elizabeth Crowston
Cavalier, North Dakota, United States

In the grasp of the dawn, where your laughter once danced, 
The air remembers where you were, a tale of love glanced. 
I reach out for you but am greeted with raw emptiness, 
The air holds your shape, unreachable to me, in its quietness.

Beneath the sky’s vast, unfathomable blue, 
Where sunsets painted dreams of me and you,
Your absence weaves through the cosmic weave, 
A sorrow too dense for the heart to relieve.

Fields where we roamed now whisper your name, 
Echoes of joy now shadows of flame. 
Each petal, each leaf tells a story so dear
Of times when your presence felt so near.

The river flows, indifferent to my plea, 
Carrying reflections of how life used to be. 
Its waters, once clear, now a mirror of my despair, 
For the one who danced in sunlight, no longer there.

Stars twinkle above, a testament to your glow, 
Guiding the night, where you walked, now hollow. 
In the celestial silence, I seek your tender light, 
A beacon lost, in the eternal night.

The world moves on, its colors still bright, 
But in my vision, it’s devoid of your light. 
As seasons change, and years will pass, 
In nature’s beauty, I’ll find our lost atlas.

So, here I stand, amid life’s relentless flow, 
Holding memories where once love did grow. 
Though the air holds your essence just out of reach, 
In the heart’s quiet corner, your love it does teach,

To cherish the moments, the laughter, the tears, 
For in memory’s garden, you’ll always be near. 
Though taken from sight, your spirit soars free, 
In the beauty of the world, your reflection I see.