A Glimpse of You

When the world turns cold,I think of you—

your bright laughter,

your quick, clever words,

the way your eyes caught the light

and threw it back like stars.

How fleeting the moments we shared,

yet how permanent their mark.

You came and went like a soft wind,

touching the pieces of me

I didn’t know were waiting.

Two weeks there, a day here—

enough to become essential.

You remain a bright spot

in my grayest skies—

the pull of your spirit,

the weight of your strength,

your quiet, unwavering integrity.

Who you are has never left me.

You inspire me to reach higher,

to dream louder,

to step boldly into the shadows of my fear.

You planted hope in me—

the kind that insists on living.

Though the universe did not conspire

to keep us close,

and our time was a brief flicker

against the vastness of life,

you are etched into me.

Even through the ache of parting,

I am grateful—

grateful for a glimpse of you.