There is
something to say
At times
like these
Something like
“I’m so sorry
For your
loss”
But “I’m so
sorry”
Never seems
to sum it up
Doesn’t
touch the size
Of the pain
Or the scope
Of the void
The focus,
you see,
At times
like these,
Is on the
sorrow
Of the Ones
Left Behind.
As it very
well should be.
Those Ones Left Behind
Will never hear
Or see, or touch,
Or smell him again.
They don’t get to say
“I love you”
Or, “You make me so mad!”
Or anything, anymore.
And so we are sorry
For the loss,
For the pain,
For the void.
For his family,
His mother,
His Ones Left Behind.
. . .
What would he say
If we could hear him?
Something like, “Don’t cry for me,
I love you.”
Because he is free.
His joy is never-ending.
His soul is alive:
He dances,
He smiles,
He is light.
His focus, you see,
Has changed for good
It’s nothing but love
He breathes joy
He is Light.
And that is okay with me.
For Sean.
