For the most sparkling Y.

There was this night,

Under the empty sky,

Where three stars shone their brightest

And a fourth not so far away from their hearts.

A night where they were their own stars.

One of endless depth, sparkle, and grace.

Spanning their chemical memories until they will run dry.

That patch of grass was too lowly for you.

A bed of gold silk and linen should have graced your gentle back.

A brother.

A sister.

A friend.

Sunshine partner.

Chefs together.

Fellow fire-starter.

Di.

Our Y.

One and only.

From your dearest M.