The Loss Of Us All Poem by Micah Krahn

Shed a tear for me and the loss of my brothers and sisters of humanity, wear a purple heart, a pink bow, or a solemn smile.


I wear these emotions on my face like a badge of honour, tears of joy or sadness, of either we cannot comprehend.


Shine with integrity, honour, humanity and compassion. Despite our loss; We who are still at attention, salute you. Not your funeral procession, not your requiem guests, or the coffin in which you lie.


We salute you not for bringing us honour, but for being there when we needed someone, as you were there for us, when we needed you.


As a Grandparent, an Uncle and Aunt, a Father and Mother, a Son and Daughter and a Friend.Raw emotions explored and dissected.


Our loss isn't dedicated to the empty shell of the person we once knew and loved, but of the friend we knew and loved with every once of our soul.


The loss of us all isn't in a funeral's last requiem but in the shattered souls of our humanity, in which we all fall destined unto the ensnaring captivity of time itself.


We will miss you, but we will see you again.In this life or the next.