Next Level Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The space they left, a hollow ache,
A silence that our hearts can break.
We see their ghost in sunlit rooms,
In half-filled cups, familiar tunes.

We didn't know, until they went,
How much their love was heaven-sent.
A daily piece, a gentle hand,
Now missing in this empty land.

They're gone, we sigh, the story's done.
But is it true? Has life outrun
The echo of their laughter bright,
That lingers in the fading light?

A light, they say, a peaceful way,
Where souls still touch, though far away.
A warmth, a love, that doesn't cease,
Just changed, transformed, and finds release.

So though we grieve, and miss them so,
Perhaps they're near, and let us know
They haven't left, but watch and wait,
Beyond this earthly, mortal state.