Lovely Life?

Can I still call this life lovely without you in it?
Does it still make sense without your reassuring words,
without hearing your comforting promise, “I’m always here for you”?

Is this emptiness I feel
a reflection of how deeply I long for our late-night conversations,
the quiet moments we shared,
and the warmth your presence brings?

Is this emptiness born from how far you are beyond my reach,
from how faint my voice feels to your ears,
from the thought that I might be the reason for your sadness?

Oh, how I miss being held by you.
I miss the way you guided me through my darkest moments,
the way you stood by me,
the way you protected me as though my pain was your own.

I miss how you encouraged me,
how you comforted me,
how you gave me reasons to keep hoping.

You held my hands during the moments that mattered most,
when my fears felt overwhelming
and I needed comfort more than anything.
You saw me when I felt lost,
when I felt broken,
when I felt I had nothing to offer.

Can I truly call this a lovely life
when I feel like I’ve lost the one thing
that once made everything fall into place?

But hope is what keeps me holding on.
My little hope reassures me that someday,
you will hold me again
and never let go.

You taught me that nothing feels impossible
when you have someone who believes in you by your side,
and I hold on to that belief
more than anything.