No Space Between

I found you not in stone or grave,
But where the silent birches wave,
Where sunlight spills through emerald skies,
And winds still speak in lullabies.

You left the world, or so I thought,
But loss is not the end we’re taught.
You rose in root and branch and breeze,
A whispered soul in dancing trees.

The river knows the sound of you,
In every drop, a memory true.
Each petal holds a breath you gave,
Each dawn breaks softly on your wave.

I feel you in the mossy ground,
Where peace and pulse are tightly wound.
Not gone, just scattered, not apart,
But woven deep into the heart.

I thought the woods were just escape,
But now I see your secret shape.
Each winding path, each quiet bend,
Was where your spirit learned to mend.

The sky is not some faraway,
The ground not just where bodies lay.
You are the hush in every tree,
No space at all between you and me.

We don’t depart, we just return
To where the star and river burn,
The wild, the still, the sweet, the true,
Where I find home, and I find you.