It didn’t really matter,
did it?
Nothing I did,
nothing I said
was going to turn the tide
of your destruction.
So beautiful,
and yet,
so volatile.
You were amazing
in every way;
you know that, right?
From head to toe,
as close akin to perfect
as God ever let leave Heaven.
Unapproachable,
but so engaging;
beauty only matched your mind,
that was not long
for
this world.
I never said any of this to you,
but such is the way of this world.
A harsh and fickle master,
never bending,
but expecting us all
to know the course of things to come.
I could never imagine life without you.
More unimaginable still,
that Heaven wrought condition
you wore,
like a little black dress
in a battlefield;
untouchable.
Nothing in this world survives,
no,
not even perfect things;
especially perfect things.
This world is home
to a ravenous hunger
that devours anything
that even remotely speaks
of Heaven.
Gone are the reminders
of a greater Grace.
Gone are those wide smiles
and uncompromising,
yet vibrant eyes.
They beheld the world
from a higher place
that saw the light
and the dark
and the good
and the bad
at once.
Now off to chase a lover across the stars.
No gravity could hold
the astronaut.
The celestial star chaser;
otherworldly,
never meant
for the dust ball,
or the marriage bed.
Nothing I did could change it.
Nothing I said would matter,
a course charted by Heavenly hands
is unfathomable
to the earthbound heart.
You were amazing
in every way;
you know that, right?
HG – 2017
