I could see you holding my hand
tears fell on my cold skin.
How hard to see your mourning
over the body I lived in.
Even in death love never ended
this moment could not be mended.

Your despair and emptiness was clear
no pain or fear bothered me now.
I wanted to hold you like we use to
at my funeral the family looked sad
Wanting to shout out I'm here
there was no fear.

You scattered my ashes so gently
with an expression of peace.
Still the tears filled those blue eyes
without regret I had to leave.
In you I will always believe
knowing you were able to grieve.

Into the light I go with ease.

Now I wait For you.

The Foureyed Poet.