When soft willows weep their quiet song, I remember you.

The way you smiled, and laughed,

And the soft, kind things you said to me.

Whatever happens in the afterlife,

I hope it’s pleasant.

I hope you’re having a good time,

And I hope you check in on me every once in a while.

The lavender bushes remind me of you, their soft, delicate flowers, and the curls in your hair.

I’ve never tasted a date square quite like yours. I haven’t felt the same.

But when the willows weep their quiet song, I remember you.