Today I said goodbye to my best friend,

My soulmate

and the boy who was so much more

than a boyfriend.

My heart aches not knowing

when I’ll see his face next.

When I’ll hold his hand in mine

or press my body against his warm skin.

His gentle soul,

his kind nature,

and his loving but lost eyes,

tell a story of a boy yet to find his way

as a man.

Time may be our best friend,

or it could be our worst enemy.

I trust this process is necessary,

I trust the universe and believe in my angels.

But still I have fear in my heart,

now ripped open for the world to see,

and it may not be pieced back together

by the boy I love.

To love someone is to let them go.

If he is truly mine, he will find his way,

through the fog of his own mind,

back to me.

Until then, I weep.

I try to accept

and I try to move forward,

with healing myself.

For when he is ready,

our big love will reach the moon.