YOU WERE HERE
As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that
yesterday,
You were here.
Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come
home, but yesterday,
You were here.
Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no
longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.
More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I
will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Christmas, last
year,"
You were here.
I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That
your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur,
your head, your back, your
weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.
The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One
with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence rather than
physical comfort we crave;
Your memory,
your spirit, your essence and
counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same
as when,
You were here.