Fistfull of Nothing

I look down and see a fist full of nothing, All that I had and all that I was is like dust in the wind, The pain in your heart is the only proof I was ever here, When you think of me I am resurrected, connected to you, And when you leave, I will cease to be. Though we are separated, I have found life was over-rated, Because what I now see, Is more beautiful than I thought it could be. Remember me in your heart, Your thoughts, The times we cried, The times we fought, The times we laughed, And the time I died, For if you think of me, I will never be gone. Funeral, Eulogy, or Memorial Service Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Team Poetry Soup 6/21/19