What We Have Is Death

If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living,
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have is death.
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk the woods where once we walked together,
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you of my
shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to
gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,
And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,
Be still. Close your eyes. Breathe.
List for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.

What we Have Is Death!

By: Acid_Tears