These memories.

These memories that I hold so dear to me.

They’re written all over my heart.

Etched and carved with blades of perfection;

and the sound of your voice.

I’m glad you came back home that day;

I’m glad you woke up last morning.

Shallow bruises,

Embarrassing soccer practices,

First days of high school,

Strawberry cupcakes,

Insults and taunting,

Stupid mistakes and heavy drinking.

That's all I will remember you by.

But we’ll make new memories, won’t we?

Because tomorrow will still come;

and so will the day after.

We will kiss and scream and curse and laugh.

And you will be alive and well.

Because I prayed for a miracle.

Because you are my miracle.