If Angel wings are made from a mother's tears,
Your pair will be full plumed,
Shining with the diamond sheen
Of a jewel which can never be kept or held
For more than a moment in time. Like you.
You were a flower that bloomed too soon
When you should have stayed full budded.
You were a light that shone
So dazzlingly bright that you hurt my eyes.
But when you left, you left me blinded,
Groping to find myself, stumbling in the darkness
Which is your legacy and my inheritance.
And yet if I could obliterate that darkness forever, I would not.
I would not lose all I have left if you. Even if all it is, is pain.

Viktoria Jowers-Wilding