Let us speak no more of loss.
Of pain and heartache.
Of trembling lips and blurred vision.
It is a great travesty to the one you’ve lost.
To shroud their brilliance in the dark.
Sing choruses laughter,
A prose of adventures,
And stanzas of love.
Sing tales of their warmth and brightness,
To stave off the cold and dark.
Speak more of the journey
And not of the end.