To see you again

You held my hand and walked me through the woods

told me stories by the candlelight

Your eyes twinkling as you read stories of yore

I sat in rapt attention, lost in the sound of your voice.

The meals we shared, all the times we laughed

For every time I held your hand, for every time I shared your joy;

I can't believe I won't see you again

I keep holding onto your hand, your fingers in mine

and time can't take that away.

I had my heart set on happiness

Now, a fist clenching my insides

sinks down my vitals,

and I can hardly breathe

My heavy heart wears me down,

and I'm not alright.

His ways I don't understand,

and I don't even try

It is His to give and His to take away

and I can only look back.

I'll just rest my head at His heart,

lay my hurt on His shoulder

I'll just be held in His arms,

entwine my fingers with His,

and live under the shadow of His wings.

-In memory of my beautiful cousin, Bindu John, whose voice still rings in my ears.