I have no words here, only thoughts.
Grief is sporadic - a cord of knots
That runs between my fingertips -
Just when I think the sorrow's gone
I catch a snag, but I still hold on.
There was so much we didn't say,
But time marched onwards anyway.
There was so much still left undone,
But life was ready to move on.
Each breath you took was taken well
And those you leave behind can tell
That good intentions paved the path you roamed
Until your brave feet took you home.
You will be missed, your absence felt.
You played the hand that you were dealt
And in the wake of warmth your brought
There is no words now, only thoughts.