The Way He Was

The background din Heard in a silent room Where life is slipping away The tattered chairs The medicinal smell As a stoic life lays still. The reflections of a life well-lived The shadows of ebony and light The heaviness of disbelief The relief of pain’s release – Leaves your soul to bleed. The tall frame with silken hair The voice that laughed so freely – The hazel eyes that pierced my soul The lips that so gently kissed me, The weathered hands that touched gently, The arms that embraced the fear away – On this day, one soul went home, And another lost its way.