The Perspective of Loss

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.