I could just be myself.
We understood each
Other so well.
I never had to put on
Airs,
Or makeup, or color
My hair.
I knew what I looked like,
But he called me
Beautiful.
Sometimes we finished each
Other's sentences,
And we laughed and laughed
And laughed at
Our private jokes.
When I fell asleep in
His arms,
The warm joy overwhelmed
Me.
I still grapple with the
Reality,
That he is really gone.
And now my contentment
Must come, by simply
Being one with Him.