Your Loss is Felt

 Picking up the phone.

Becomes a nightly routine.

Burning the midnight oil.

To keep your loved one awake.

 

The fear of knowing at some point.

The call won't be taken.

Then until the time.

That your fear has become reality.

 

Sirens and rushing for the door.

Making it all slightly too late.

How long is the question? 

No one can answer.

 

Prayers and tears comes pouring.

Family our only solace.

Grief tears the heart.

Of those who are left behind.

 

To be able to say goodbye.

One last time before you go.

To embrace our loved ones.

Before they walk to the other side.

 

We know there is no more pain.

Suffering in this life is past.

 Yet it doesn't help this broken heart.

To better handle the grief.

Grasping onto what they have left.

Trinkets and old shirts.

Becoming treasures in our life.

Wiping tears on the edge of their sleeve.

The memories are all that's left.

Family and friends to confide.

Reliving the good ol' times.

When we had those family vacations.

Our love will never fade.

Our tears becoming intermittent. 

The hole we feel from your loss.

Means our love for you was greater.

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