You made an impression on all the lives you touched.
With love for you in common, we've tried to pull together to mourn your loss believing it would ease the pain.
It is not working anymore.
To them you were a son, brother and kin but I knew you as a man.
To love, trust and cherish
The father of our kids and most of all my lover.
When I've managed to mechanically pass through the day and hope to sleep at night, I lay awake.
My body misses its home.
The taste of your lips, the feel of your hands, the smell of your sweat.
Sensations lost forever.
To link our fingers even for a little while and kiss you one more time?
I'm afraid for what I am willing to trade.
