Between the vine and the flower

Somewhere between the
vine and the
flower
is where I am
right
now
The light
flowers
touch
my fingers
as I grip
the stems and
vines.
The pink
blossoms
whisper
a new
life.
A sweet
life.
As I touch
the pink
flowers
I cry.
If
you could
have held
on just
a little
longer.
You,
my sweet
dark haired
raven girl
would
have
had the
sweetest life
one has
ever
know.