Legacy

My heart hurts
It's not enough to just remember
or to mold you in my mind
as the woman I suspected I didn't really know
but fell for all the same.
I wait to hear from you in the middle of the night
A scent
or breeze
to ease the tears that fall like rivulets
carving patterns into my heart of stone.
I hear you in her voice as we reminisce
together
matching piece for piece
the puzzle that was you,
both of us convinced you left us to find each other
when the pain of missing you became too much to bear
alone.
Caught like a deer in the headlights
I'd been too stunned to write
afraid I couldn't do you justice
and then worried it just
wouldn't be right
but now I've got it
like a gift of gab
you passed your pen to me.