By Shawn Marc Carreon
You’ve painted a picture as you left,
It held our faith and joys upon death,
Our hands entwined upon each other’s grief,
As tears tend to our future beliefs.
It became winter without autumn’s embrace,
The light was sown into our eyes of disdain,
Something has changed, a missing element,
As you passed, you took life with it.
It feeds wood to the fire that’ll rupture,
It still burns, it burned brighter than yesterday,
Yesterday is what we masked your day of passing,
We still can’t put out the flame, still longing,
But we’ll carry what you’ve left, for there is something,
Within our hearts you’ve cultivated our everything.**
