Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Death and that Paradox

Although you've fled
Your spirit is gone
Your body remains
And to us you seem
To still be here
We still long
For your presence
We are selfish
We can never acquiesce
To the truth
That your life is done
There is a strange game
A paradox
Where even if you are now
In a far better place
We bitterly mourn
Because we are now alone
Without you

Is it because you are gone
Or we are not gone instead
We are the ones left behind
You outrageously are dead
You've fled
To someplace far away
We can't reach you
That is clear
We are hurt inside
And cannot choose
To keep you with us
Because we want you here
So pardon us
For being the ones
Who are left
To cry