A is for angelic; now you're an angel in the sky.
B if for before, as you died before your time.
C is for caught – at the center of a horror story that you didn't ask for.
D is for Diane, the murderess I will forever abhor.
E is for empty, because though I only saw you once, I still feel as if I've lost everything within me.
F is for feeling – all the feelings you stirred in me, and now feeling as if whole is something I will never again be.
G is for girl: I've been told that everyone has a "the girl" and you were it for me.
H is for heart, how mine died too when yours stopped.
I is for ideal – how our romance for something less then that was cruelly swapped.
J is for justice and how small a thing it's achievement seems.
K is for kindness and the way that towards your patients you exhibited it in all the small things.
L is for love: I can finally say it now… though now it's too late.
M is for Maeve, you are my one and only soul mate.
N is for nuisance, which is all that living has become.
O is for only: the team – my family – is the only thing that keeps me pushing on.
P is for persevering when I think living – at least without the drug – would be too hard.
Q is for quitting, and how I know you would hate it if I took the permanent way out, no matter my scars.
R is for ready: how maybe I'll be ready to live my life again one day.
S is for steady, and the people who keep me firm when the weight of it all makes me sway.
T is for the tears that I cry while holding your photo every night.
U is for the unending tunnel I'm going through at the end of which I've been told there's a light.
V is for victory, how each day that I get through is now a small one.
W is for the way it hurts knowing the chances of having a life with you are gone.
X is for the extraordinary way that each day is beginning to have a little more light in it.
Y is for the year that it's suddenly been since I gave your grave a visit.
Z is for Zoë, the new girl on the bus route I take.
She looks a little like you, but seeing her doesn't bring back that old ache.
I must've gotten my heart back when I wasn't looking, sweet Maeve,
Because the more I get to know her, Zoë is stealing it from me in small ways.
She's stirring up feelings in depths of my heart that I thought had long died.
I see that I'm slowly moving on with her, healing old hurts, building a new life.
And so, my sweet Maeve, from me to you, this is my final goodbye.
This is one of the ideas that I've had in the back of my head for awhile and just now got around to putting down. I hope you liked it! Reviews make my day, if you feel so inclined! Thanks! Up next is a Reid/JJ one-shot (larger than this one) entitled "Chemistry.":)