As the dust begins to settle;
And night,
Falls.

As your green becomes your gray;
Your rooms,
Halls.

As your flame begins to flicker;
Helpless,
You crawl..

As your beginning becomes your end;
You search,
Recall...

Although we are distanced,
By voided space and standing of still time;

Only recreations of our conversations,
As mortality was left behind.

Most impacted are the occasions, we celebrate though you are not here.

Christmas's, Birthdays
And anniversaries unfold.

While the children of your children,
Through their mourning still grow;
Just as the human history, has most often foretold.

Although we are distanced,
Beyond touch and beyond sound;

Beyond the rays of light and the darkness that vales.
As to this world,
I am still bound...

Know, that I still grieve and my regrets remain real
Know also, there is nothing, of which I wouldn't give,
The remainder of my existence, had it meant that you would still live.