I am inclined to say that it’s been four years
since I lost him but
the word “loss” no longer
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.