The wry smile on the corner of your mouth,
lingering bemused,
always lightened the darkest of days.
Rays of cheer beamed from your eyes.
Young, too young,
How could you leave us like that?
Every time we would see you , the welcoming,
the greeting true,
the ever present smile.
None of us were ready, the unexpected.
You left without saying goodbye.
We looked for you in all the old places,
days spent in the hope,
that only the hopeless can cling to.
The confusion when the word was spread,
the weight of the truth breaking us down,
you had been called away.
Leaving us alone in this lonely place,
ever the more lonely without you in it, your smile.
A flux of entangled thoughts flowed through my mind,
was it better to have never met?
so this sadness could not have fallen to us.
The seed of sorrow never sown,
the harvest of pain never reaped,
this emptiness prevail.
Then the wise winds from distant places
brought thoughts of understanding, an answer sure.
How could any of us have been the same
without ever having known your smiling face?