The night I prayed would never come
has whispered hallowed night
a reclamation of eternal earth
the kiss of chilled winds blight
The hands I loved have now succumbed
The fiery pyre take flesh from sight
a resolution to embrace rebirth
your angelic spirit take flight
I just had an aunt and an uncle die. This poem is timely for me. It makes me face the pain yet feel somewhat comforted. I miss you.
I had no idea I’d miss you this much either. Maybe I thought I’d never have to.