Loss in any form tears the soul
The word itself cries out in an ironic sense
For it takes, yet it also fills
Emotions, turbulence, tempestuous sentiments
Sobs fill all the emptiness
Loneliness embowers what once was plentiful
I close my eyes and find you there
I open them, to find myself without
An aroma of butterscotch and orange marmalade
The murmurings of a foreign show
Nestled into the warmth of your beige cotton suit
Soft pinks lips curving upwards at me
Where did you go, my dearest being?
For you were sent to earth for a reason
Kindness, warmth, love
Here to spread what many struggle to
You held onto my hand
Like a bear to her cub
You tightened your hold
Radiating the strength of your grasp
When I had to let go, I lost grip on my world
I sought no better venture than that of grief and darkness
But how can a life of such brilliance and light
Be followed by something so callous and enraged?
No, it mustn’t be
For your memory will not be marred
Find me wherever you are and you will see
That the ink that marks my paper has brought you back to Earth
I close my eyes to find you there
I open them, to find myself without
In spite of what can never be
I will still carry you in my heart
-Kiran Bains Sahota