Wilt

Maybe there will come a day 

When I don’t skip or cry to the songs 

That I added to your playlist

But maybe for now, 

That’s the significance of them

Death keeps stealing away

Those that have been such a pivotal part of my life, 

And grief is the ransom I pay

Every time I think I can’t love more,

Miss more, mourn more,

I am both astonished and incapacitated

But no matter how large the sum of my wounds, 

I will honor them,

For they wouldn’t exist if not for you