Is it fair to say your gone,
When memories of you still remain,
Those left behind are forced to fawn,
With subtle reminders filled with pain,
There are those who move ahead,
Turning loss into a forward push,
Others stuck with thoughts of dread,
Looking behind for Deaths next ambush,
I wish that I could follow you,
Or hear your voice form beyond,
Would you comment on how I grew,
As I hold back the tears while you respond,
In order to truly die,
One must be forgotten,
With those that still cry,
Unknowing your life they have gotten,
I do not wish to say goodbye,
Since you never truly left,
Although your passing I can’t defy,
I will not see your life as bereft.
