No Pretty Words

I don’t have pretty words for you

Death hurts

Death separates

And when you think on the face of the person

You love

Your eyes prickle with fresh tears

Trickling out from a rock

You were once here

And now you’re not

The feelings and memories of you

So real

So tangible

Felt in the innermost parts of my being

If sadness had a purpose

Maybe it would only be to remind me that

Deep down

I had once loved you

And you had received and felt it

Perhaps it serves as a reminder

Of the love

I felt from you

And will carry with me even till I meet with you

Again

On the other side