Death smiled at you and grasped your hand,
the gentle grinding of bones,
ignoring those gathered by your bed
who spoke in whispered tones.

And you, you smiled right back at death.
You did not shed a tear,
as you took your last laboured breath
death whisked you away from here.

To a place where you would feel no pain,
and your wrinkles were no more.
Where you were young and free again
and would be evermore.

And while I miss you everyday,
I would not be so brutal.
To keep you here in your broken body
would only have been cruel.

When I look upon the stars
that keep our worlds apart,
I know that you are never far.
You live on in my heart