For Diane, Gone Too Early

and at the beginning, there was only us.
how we'd laugh and cry at the
follies of those we loved,
revel in the idiocy of their belligerent decisions,
and hug each other in a comforting circle,
knowing that familial bonds take
precedence over all.
you would smile, blond strands
falling over your eyes, recognizing
that you'd snagged all of our hearts
with tremendous ease.
and now, at the end, there is only me
left to contemplate the sadness and
stillness-
weighing the immense loss of
light magnifying itself in
the area surrounding.