Our Beloved

It’s been a year
but still seems like only yesterday,
I stood next to her sobbing
while they took you away.

I held her hand,
she cried on my shoulder.
I tried to stay strong
but felt tormented it was over.

One day she’s making plans,
looking towards your bright future.
The next she’s laying her love in the ground,
wondering why God has put her through this torture.

We stared blankly,
empty inside,
while they covered you with the earth
and she was forced to say her last goodbye.

You were her ground.
You kept her steady.
But with one instance I watched her start floating,
wondering if she’ll ever be ready.

Why did you leave us?
She still needs you.
Life can be so unfair,
You still had work to do.

I pass by the house,
it’s still so fresh.
The memories are still roaming,
as if you never left.

I stand here now
staring at your stone.
I’m a different person because of you,
and in that, I know I’m not alone.

The wounds have closed,
the scars are healing.
But I know I’ll never be able to hear your name
without getting that feeling.

She loved and she lost.
She smiled through the pain.
You’d be so proud of her.
Your love was not in vain.

We know we’ll see you again someday,
when the weight of this world lets us go.
So with that, I’ll end by saying,
“See ya in a day or so.”

In memory of my mom's late fiance', Donald Brown