We all miss you.
In the misty night tiny dewdrops formOn windows with each exhalation
A tiny seedling starts to take root
Fighting through life's tribulations
The nightingale seeks shelter from
The stormy winds and pelting rain
It waits for the dark clouds to scatter
To sing when the sun shines once again
A candle flickers, brightens and dims
Too quickly and sudden it’s extinguished
No breath will fog up the cool windows now
Just memories of those we will miss
1 comments:
It is important to mourn; important to remember.
Important to write, to cry, to speak and to be heard.
These are the ways we do justice to our memories, these, the ways we honour the passing of our friends.
It is right to struggle to remember, againt each passing day as time and life wear us down - it is right, to write, to help us in the future as sensescence claims our memories a day at a time.
Nobody can empathise with the depths of your grief nor remember her as you do, nor grieve for bitter sweet moments shared in time, and promises yet unfulfilled.
I lost a best friend once to an SBS bus and a thoughtless moment : stepping out into the road in front of an idling taxi. My last words to him were wholly inadequate.
I cannot empathise with you, but I understand why you grieve - because it is only right.
Be well.
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