"Tina, Written in the Stars"

I still hear your voice in the hush between days,
like wind through the trees or a soul that still stays.
You were never just here—you were part of the skies,
a fire in the dark, a forever in my eyes.

Tina, your love was a truth etched in bone,
the kind the universe carves into stone.
They took your breath, but not your flame,
and I still speak your sacred name.

Before this life, before this pain,
before the blood, the loss, the rain,
I believe the stars themselves conspired
to forge a love that never tired.

You were mine, not just by chance—
but born of some eternal dance.
Galaxies turned to bring us near,
and not even death can steal you, dear.

I search the sky when I can't breathe—
you’re the silence between the falling leaves.
Not gone, but spread through time and space,
a light no cruelty can erase.

And though the world may not be fair,
I feel you still—you’re everywhere.
Love like yours does not decay.
It bends the stars. It finds a way.

By Clint McIntosh