Stay

Maybe it’s too personal to share, little sweetheart, but it still shakes me how broken I feel when I first kneel before the angel where you are commemorated. I stop first, as we always did together, at the Nugget Market. I find flowers to bring and then sit with you, often for hours. In those first moments, I just cry and cry. I miss you so. I know this place is not where you reside. I know that you are untethered and everywhere and all at once in way I can’t understand because time is not what merely mortal I know it to be just now. I know you simply alight here as I visit to comfort and guide me. There’s something so powerful in it and I’m never regretful to weep. I welcome every feeling, even the saddest ones, when they bring you near me.