Marked by years
That pass too soon
Counted by heartbeats
And measured by tears

If I could
If I held the power
I would stall time
So this day would never come

Losing you
Was hard
Is hard
Will always be hard

Weeks
Days
Moments
Breaths

You are gone
Sadness has taken your place
Another year
You are missed

Mi manchi, mia amata immortale.

Dear Reader,

Here is another shameful plug for my small book of poetry. All the proceeds from the sale of my book will be donated to Ovations for the Cure, a cancer awareness organization that helps women struggling with ovarian cancer. Please consider purchasing my book or at least making a donation directly to Ovations for the Cure. Your kindness won’t go unappreciated by the Universe, and me. Blessed be :}