For all of you that have had a loved one passed and it has been hard adjusting to what life is like without them. This poem represents the passage of time and finally coping with the loss of a loved one.
It's been a year.
Now the wind whispers through your bones,
A melody I longed to hear
much like your whistle.
A song of great triumph,
an era farther beyond you.
And time we've spent in mourning too.
Although you are now out of reach,
not much has changed beneath your feet.
The sun has risen through all of our grief
with you in such a relief.
Watching.
It's been a year and you haven't missed much.