When we hug ourselves and give in to wrenching sobs
It's not as though we imagine them in the depths of hell
When our red-rimmed eyes still pour out an ocean
It's not because they died too young to be great
A part of our heart has been torn away
Rudely! No permission asked!
And the cut bleeds
Aching for that missing piece
We remember the head-thrown-back laughter
We know our laughs now won't be the same
We remember every line in their face
We know we'll never again see them wrinkle up in laughter
It hurts
It pains
It stabs
It tears our heart in two
I know I'll go to heaven
I know I'll see him there
But death isn't welcome yet
And so I hold on to that one picture
And weep for what once was
A great poem, when someone we love dies we have to deal with it anyway we can to get through it. Really like this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Dave. Death doesn't really really give us a choice.