The Gift of Grief

I still cry sometimes...

it's mostly on the sunny days...

the quiet days...

the days when your presence is missed most.

I know my heart is mostly healed, but it's like a vase glued back together;

never fully whole and still leaking a little.

One day I hope to seal the cracks in gold, creating a new and beautiful masterpiece...

but right now, even this fractured vase can still keep beautiful flowers alive.