I came into this world like a song
soft, fleeting, and full of wonder.
And one day, I will leave
just as quietly.
Like the last light before night falls.
Bury my fragments in earth’s quiet hands,
let my ashes ripple through sleeping seas.
Cry, but only like morning dew
brief, tender, and full of love.
If you must cry,
let your tears be gentle.
Like the rain that falls in spring
not to grieve,
but to grow.
When you look up at the sky,
and a star seems to shine just for you,
know that it’s me
loving you from a distance
only souls can reach.
And when the wind brushes your cheek,
or rain kisses your hands,
know that I’ve returned
Not as sorrow.
But as love.
A promise that never left.