Posterity

.

The passing of my ancestors
their steps silent
like the march of the dew
upon the petals of flowers

Do not draw my tears
do not make my heart
feel the pain
that it does now

I mourn you
even though you are
before me
my beloved

My rock
my strength
I must go on
without you

And the vacuum that
you leave behind
is not empty
but instead filled

with my love

- Hobobob