Tribute to Michael

                                                       Michael
It has been over a month sense I last saw your face, felt your touch, or heard your voice.
Im comparision to the years that we spent together our time apart has been diminutive. It seems that time moves very slowly when forced to travel through a veil of grief. I have found despite the crippling effect that sorrow brings, that the end result of unimaginale sadness is the promise of joy and sweetness that is born out of the tears of deperation.
My dear sweet man, the greatest complament of my life was that of you loving me. There was never a day that you directed anger or hatered my way. The trust that we shared in each other though tested, never faulted, and the words i love you where never spoken with hesitation or without sincerity. You where my light. You completed me. You immersed me in hope.
If I could have one last day with you we would simply sit and reminaisce about the life that we had built together. We would laugh, cry and proise to always stay strong when faced with diversity. You would whisper my name over and over again until the sound of your voice would have the ability to echo through my lifetime. As all days are destined to do, light would fade to darkness and you would be gone.
It has been over a month sense I last saw your face, felt your touch or heard your voice. However, even through a veil of grief life goes on and seaosn change for it is their previldege. It is also the prevlide of us as  human beings to have the remarakable abilaity to remember, and I will remember.