The Death of a Loved One
Rotting in the ground under my feet
The greatest love who made my heart beat
But her bodies dead six feet down
And instead of my arms the worms have her now
Her soul though, I see in my dreams
A bright amethyst light among the galaxies
And I know but still pray that God has her now
Because on my darkest day her aurora still surrounds
I grieved for her once a time ago
Quickly realizing that the grief was simply mine alone
Screaming for her memory, crying for her soul
She’s gone just gone no way to console
Sometimes I gasp when I realize she's not there
Chest heaving as I pull out my hair
And my deepest desire is to have her home with me
But sometimes I think home really is where she might be
So for now at dawn I’ll continue to cry
And pray that we'll meet again when my body too dies
For in my mind I paint her dancing down streets of gold
But until we reunite my sorrow will I hold
Copyright © Hannah Hockaday | Year Posted 2023
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