I am inclined to say that it’s been four years

since I lost him but

the word “loss” no longer

feels appropriate

like it once did.


Now I understand

love is stronger than death

and since that’s the case, the fact remains

that I will never lose him.

He is still here- in my heart, in my memories,

in the early Fall breeze,

in his mother’s eyes and brother’s smile;

He’s all the runs I’ve gone on at sunrise and the

strength that allowed me to carry on-

he is my friend, he is my love, he is my sweets

he’s not an object I leave behind

when my thoughts are scattered.


Four years later

and there’s some perspective

on grief and all the life

left to live.