All Will End. Poem by Luke Curcio

What I feel in my heart is immense hurt.

And your loss is the full object.

Your death brings me spiritual harm.

Even to write the very word I scoff at it with contempt.

Your passing hit our whole family and the whole of it I feel.

Yet when that time finds me again it overcomes my soul, and I
despair.

Your death taught that life is so few.

That we'll all end.

But behold, a greater power reminded me that so too will grief.