Grief split

The spring reminds me of the cycles.
 The new blooms recall the time of your passing—
 a ring of flowers around your skull.
 In the beauty of you, I weep for the sacred moments
 that crack me open.
 Through grief, my heart was split.
Hold me in your embrace.
 Comfort me in the darkness.
 Only then can I truly see the light.
I am consoled by nature,
 from flower to seed,
 from seed to bloom.