To All The Lost Souls
We bear your pains,
Distraught in the distance,
Waiting for the obsolete return of your
Presence that so demanded our attention,
Which we breathed our life for.
You watch us, impatiently stirring for a
reunion, visiting all who were lost before you
in joyous regard.
Your coffin sits beneath the earth, providing
life for lesser beings and yet your sacrifice is
in vain as even we ponder the idea of what lies beneath
the crust.
We fathom the consequence of living, of being inevitably mortal.
The Divines reserved your place even as your body rots,
Contemplating the life you have not yet seen us take
Without the presence you personified.
You etched a warm note in our memory that will be
Remembered in our hearts, as you lead us into your fresh
life, welcoming us into open arms.
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The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. ~Marcus Tullius Cicero