My forever should have been longer. 

I owned the stars.

I owned the world.

I owned his heart.

He was my life.

I dream of conversations.

Ones we should have had every day.

Whether it be whose cooking dinner,

Or what wine.

It was over too soon.

Forever should have been longer.

My soul quietly started dying when he did.

I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t know what I wanted.

Apart from to have him home again.

I had to start again as one person.

I need to reinvent me.

I need to be me.

I need to find me.

What do I  want from me?

Life is what I want.