chrysanthemum-202483_640“Dead,” “Gone,” “Lost,”
Words that bring despair,
And to you they feel so truthful
For you no longer see them there.

Can you feel them in your heart?
The ones you cannot see?
Can this be enough for now–
To know that now they’re free?

Free from pain and suffering,
Yet now this seems your lot,
For without their touch and presence
Such pain this “loss” has brought.

‘Tis a new chapter in your life
One to which you now adjust
And if you are to find some peace
Then find new words you must.

You have not “lost” them.
They are not “gone.”
Just to another country
Have your loved ones now “moved on.”

They are not dead; they see you still.
They whisper in your ear
You complain you cannot hear them
But sense them, yes you will.

“I will? That’s all I want!” you say.
We hear your cry, please know.
But not to your head, but to your heart
To hear them you must go.

There feel the inner stirring.
Where their presence does abide.
Not as firmly as a handshake
But just the same as at your side.

“Not gone, not lost, not dead at all.
I love you so, I’m still right here.
So change your words to heal thyself
And shed not one more tear.”