For James, with patience and strength

I don't want to do anything but miss you for a while.

There are a million coulda shoulda wouldas that might pass through these lips.

There are a million things I've forgotten and a million moments I'll never forget.

With you it was all or nothing.

In the beat of a heart. 

You were beauty and all it's flaws.

A million stars born, exploding, and collapsing into nothingness again. 

You were the shape of that heart. 

Beating ferociously. 

Lone man, part wolf. 

Standing, howling at the moon, simply for the breath that filled his lungs.... Silhouetted as the sun blazes and burns out behind him.