They say, everyone eventually leaves
Whether it be your house, your heart or your life
But what they never say
Is that they leave behind a part of their soul
They leave behind memories
Sometimes in pictures
Sometimes in humans
And sometimes in hand-written letters
Their departure holds a purpose
Though many a times it’s hard to see
For the heart is in despair, and the mind in shock
But fear not, my love, soon it will come to you
The Reaper is portrayed a villain
But he is merely a spirit guide
He leads the departed away from horrors
And into the hopeful light
It is said that the spirits find home
In a place a million ways better than here
But how can anywhere else be cosier
Than where lives your own flesh and blood
Those gone have a message for you, my beloved
They want you to know you’re loved
Not only by those who are alive
But also by those in the heavens above
Written for a friend, with love.