lifethrupoems

He sat on the bench

Knowing it wouldn’t be long

Knowing it is coming

Watching the sunset

The brightest, best he has seen

He smiled, thinking of the last time he sat on the bench and saw the sunset

Together, right before she let the light surround her

Now it is his turn

Then, just as the sun began to fall

Came a brilliant light

Right out of the sun itself

Two young and strong hands, from the middle of the sun

Reaching for his very soul

He reached out and hugged her

“I will take you on a trip, from the sun to the moon.

Just hold on tight!” she said, soft and delicate

But for him, with power and grace

“Forever” he whispered

“No, not your time yet!” she said

They went to the moon and back

Finally, they came back and watched it rise, slowly

He feel asleep, she got carried away

In the arms of the sun

He woke up clutching a wax sculpture

He looked at it and was certain it winked

He walked home holding it close

He looked up at the sky and said

“It will be my time soon.”

This poem is for all the people in the world who have lost someone, near and dear