Cold hard marble
When life becomes a thing of cold hard marble
when the touch to feel chills
as you place your hand on the tomb
searching for warmth and another's touch
when there is nothing left
but the emptiness of absence.
That is when grief is in your heart forever
and the frigidity is with you every moment
of every day.
I was lucky to have you, hold you,
be in your company because this moment
is ever so brief and precious.
So valuable, yet you can never
hold onto it with your hands.
We are never meant to hold onto anything.
Just the love in our hearts
which echoes and reverberates through
our bereaved souls.