Love letter from the afterlife

A poem for What's going on? 
Prompt Love letter from the afterlife  

Love letter from the afterlife

I wrap you in a hug, my love,
sent through the soft breath between worlds.
Here, it is as I imagined
beauty spilling over hidden valleys,
rain resting like silver stitches on petals,
light pooling in the quiet corners of forever.

You need not believe this place exists.
Only believe that my love
is not tucked away in some dusty attic
of the cosmos.
It moves through everything,
threads the air between your heartbeats,
pours over you like liquid lullabies.

You will still hear me
in the hush before sleep,
in the way certain words
feel like my voice in your ear.
My poems will keep speaking for me,
though you once swore you didn’t like poetry.
You listened anyway,
and oh, you were proud;
my truest audience.

You, who ran with hammer, wood, and nails,
building my wishes into the shape of reality,
just to see joy spill from my eyes.

So listen, in the sacred silence.
Keep creating and giving
I will still be near and whisper,
as I always did when you made
something beautiful:
“No way.”
By the way I have no wrinkles now,
only light 😉

Marja