iffageek falls

One year passes, and the pain is less, but the

     Emptiness, the loss, the void remains.

What is a year, in a life that should have spanned decades?

     Only hundreds of days, instead of tens of thousands.

Two years could pass and still your

     Absence would be (will yet be) felt.

Where is the reason, the sense in the world

     Where such things are allowed to happen?

Why must the word ‘tragedy’ exist

     Once these events are needed to define it?

Three times three years form now, still we will turn at

     Fragments of voice, glimpses of motion, and expect to see

Whom we thought we would never see again. For when you

     Brightened our lives even a little while,

How deeply you touched us, How much light you brought to the

     Darkness we all carry deep within.

When we are young, we think that the pale horseman – Huntsman

     Sinister – will never draw rein nearby. Ah, that it were true!