This piece is about love and loss, joy and pain, life and death, and the cycles of human emotion.

The text reads:

A wish for a clean breeze

to clear the smell

of death from her nose

and from mine.

And wait for the tears

to come to wash away

the pain and leave us raw

calm, one day older

to pick back up and try

again. Move on they say.

But carry a piece of that

story with us always.

Baggage? No. Treasures.

Tiny fragments that form

the foundation of our

character. That allow

us to build up, grow up,

love more. Love again.

To let the cycle