For You Have Found

When I met you, A silence had settled, cold and deep. I said, my voice a whispered truth I'd kept, "I lost. I lost the ability to write, Till I met you, and you brought back the light." And you, with eyes that held a gentle grace, Said, "Do not worry, in this time and space, For you will find the reason to write again." A quiet promise, easing all my pain. What I didn't know, in that hopeful, fleeting start, Was that I'd be writing about the memories you left me with. Each word a ghost, each line a bittersweet art. The laughter, light, the touch, the whispered bliss, Now echoes on the page, the depth of what I miss. For you, indeed, helped me to find the reason, To write the loss of every beautiful season.