Togetherness lost

Grief sits in my stomach. I feel the pain every time I lose my breath.

Every so often, the hurt returns, rising and falling as I drain my tears dry. 

I used to cry for myself. Now I cry for us both.

A life, pulled apart - like butterfly wings torn from a frame.

Each side, etched with colour and detail, now lying disconnected and still.

Memories of dancing together in trembled flight halo the soft, rippled edges.

Lying, the air lifts them gently, and the halves scatter.

Two new journeys, a shared beginning,

Never forgotten.