The agony is profound,
Knowing you are forever gone.
Your intentions were not to wound,
Yet the pain cuts deep, it carries on.
Lost is the love that was sincerely mine,
From someone who'd sacrifice, to ensure I was fine.
Someone willing to journey, miles to see my face,
Appreciating the little things, in every place.
A memory that lingers, of care so free,
Cherished in my heart, where it will always be.
No more goodbyes, only silent echoes,
In the chambers of my heart, where your memory flows.

(Another poem that I dedicate to my aunts who passed away)
© Kutchina 88