If I had the pen I would write...

Years

So many years since high school halls,

We grew through heartbreaks, late-night calls.

You were joy and chaos, wild and free,

Sunflower spirit, busy bee.

You lit the world with every grin,

Now I can’t believe it’s silence I’m in.

You fought the sickness, carried the pain,

But sunshine like yours can’t be contained.

This isn’t the story I’d have written for you,

We were supposed to raise daughters, see our dreams come true.

Your laughter was lightning, your heart was a flame,

The world’s not the same when it whispers your name.

A sunflower faded, a bright buzzing song,

This isn’t the story — it all feels so wrong.

You were bubbles and thunder, storm and light,

Messy, beautiful, fierce in the fight.

Life stole the pages I thought we’d get,

But I’ll keep your chapters I’ll never forget.

You’re free from the pain, and that brings me peace,

But the hole that you left will never cease.

If I held the pen, I’d write us years,

Of dancing through chaos, of drying our tears.

But time doesn’t bargain, and fate doesn’t bend,

Your story turned sooner than I’d ever intend.

This isn’t the story I’d have written for you,

We were supposed to raise daughters, see our dreams come true.

Your laughter still lingers, your light carries on,

A sunflower blooming though you’ve already gone.

A beautiful memory, a life shining through,

This isn’t the story… but I’ll carry you.