Swirling and senseless as our sorrow soars.
For how can we make sense of what is no more?

Stories shared, memories recounted, and much reminiscing.
For how can we go on living when someone is missing?

They say it's the cycle, to live, love and die.
For how do we move forward when we continue to cry?

Even humans pass on like the dog, deer and dove.
For the only real difference is our capacity to love.

To love and be loved is a gift like no other.
For our arms were made to hold one another.

In this world, there is too much heartache and pain.
For we must restrain from placing others with blame.

We must remember to live each day with purpose and aspire.
For a life full of passion is what sets our lives afire.

Begin each morning and end each night with "I love you."
For when our times comes, we can bid life ado.

When we pass, it's not an end but a journey anew.
For when it gets hard, love will always get us through.