Today life lost a bit of colour to it.
The greys and shades tint the moonlight that descended with an ending.
The response to indulge in sadness is tempered by a memory.
When it is darkest "remember" you will see the beauty within the contrast to colour.
May your vanishing steps remind me that with the loss of sunlight brings a period of growth within rays of moonlight.
Forever nestled in our hearts and always the voice of joy that sounds in our minds.
Raise a joyful glass to your lasting legacy and the knowledge that we are bound at the ending of time to our loved ones.
The heart aches with fondness while the sea of grief leaks down the crevices of the face.
Old jokes play like the scratched records of yours like marching cascade of broken memories.
Please don't leave... I can't cope with the thought of you leaving us even though you have gone onto rest...
please don't leave...
Written March 2016
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Snapshots of Pain, Grief And Loss
PoésieA selection of where the darkest/loneliest/grieving ruminations and experiences from different time periods in life have been placed. Warning Triggers! It is not for light reading and if your in a dark place, please avoid. This book comes in three...
