they walk the paths
into the light
in how they do
in when they die
leaving us
the rest to cry
as the dead
leave sorrow behind

much too late
to change their minds
with table set
on which they dine
letting loose
the ties that bind
as the dead
leave sorrow behind

some leave too soon
in the scope of time
with no time left
for long goodbyes
yet no one said
that death was kind
as the dead
leave sorrow behind