We may be tattered now
Nowhere is there evidence
Of a strong tie
To love and life and us

But inside every story
Especially ours
Is a link to a past
Too beautiful to keep

You are the embodiment
Of a passion filled moment
When I felt the world
Would burst from my chest

You are the personification
Of a young girl's hopes
and dreams
and aspirations

It does not matter
That now we barely share moments
We barely even speak

I regret nothing
Not the love I gave
The love I carried
Or the love I shared

Because yes, pain and sorrow
Has come from this thing
We call connection
But so has joy and hope and spring

Soar on my bluebird
My compass of heart
Although you move past me
I cherish our story
My link to my part