Everlasting Light

We were two hearts, two souls, devastated by the same loss.
I met Beau Ryland where the red clay danced along the water’s edge, and bursts of light rained down on us.
A night when the heat couldn’t be escaped.
As he whispered against sun-kissed summer-sweet skin, “Baby, look up and get lost on that everlasting light,” it was easy to believe it would last forever.
But things changed.
My heart aches when I see him on that stage in front of thousands. I don’t want that voice to be one I used to know. I want it to be everlasting.