6 weeks, yes 6 weeks.
6 weeks without calling you
Talking to you
Hearing your voice
Seeing your smile
Feeling your warmth.
6 weeks you’ve been in heaven
flying above
looking down on us.
6 weeks you have been able to see the beauty
of our love
and us see yours.
6 weeks we’ve been separated
Far from one another
But close in our hearts
6 weeks is too long, too much, and too devastating.
It is reality.
It is life.
It is grief.
It just is.
6 weeks, today, Friday
Every Friday hard.
6 weeks. Yes, 6 weeks.
Love the Grey! 
What a difficult anniversary. Your poem so strongly conveys that loss. (And the ornament is lovely–I love that photo of it that you included–“Now she flies with hummingbirds” is such a beautiful perspective.)
Prayers and hugs. What a beautiful memento! The repetition in your writing helped us feel the weight of your loss.
I so relate to your loss – been a hard 2 years for so many of us, and not just COVID related. Your lines,
“6 weeks
you have been able to see the beauty
of our love
and us see yours,” such a lovely way to portray the vital connection. Wishing you strength born of love and fond memories.
May you continue to feel the love and keep your loved one in your heart.