8 weeks since I kissed your face, held you close, told you I love you
8 weeks since you took your last breath, felt sun, cool water, birds in the sky
8 weeks of doing, searching, clearing, crying, thinking...
8 weeks of changes big and small
8 weeks of difficult looks, unfound words and unfamiliar embraces.
8 weeks of stumbling though a maze: a labyrinth without a centre.
8 weeks of love beamed from unexpected faces of strangers
8 weeks of phone calls, documents, decisions
8 weeks of solitude in crowds
8 weeks of wakeful mornings, long nights and full days
8 weeks of closing doors and opening windows
8 weeks of making plans and letting them go
one by one
the days turn into weeks
the weeks into months
one step in front of the other