A space to grieve, a chronical of sadness.
A thousand gratitudes for a comforting space.
Lending an ear when I could not speak.
Understanding stories I could not form.
Your warm light illuminated a path of spirals,
I searched for an end where there was none.
But you offered a soft place to rest and to wait,
For the fog to lift and the rain to clear.
Today the sun rises on a Spring day,
and I can see a place for me - without you.
