Love and grief

I wear my grief on my sleeve like
A badge on a soccer uniform
I hope that the love is a second
Patch also obvious, also on my
Sleeve. Love and grief commingle,
Intertwined, intermingled, linked
In tears and smiles, in the joy of
Having you still with me. I see the
Glimmers of who you always were.
I mourn losing all the rest. I know 
You struggle to find yourself. I
Struggle to find you, too. I want
You whole, healthy, and strong.

This is the final poem of a triumvirate of grieving. It is all the sorrow I can hold for now. [The other two are included here and here.] I am aware that there is a significance in these being written at Yom Kippur. [The last note is said as a secularist and an atheist.]