We begin,
We end,
And our lives
Leave shadows
On the ones left behind
Like faint writing
In the style
Of the departed’s hand;
Just as how your laugh
Is a little like an echo
Of the now still voice,
A small tune in harmony
Hummed quiet
Across generations,
Familiar in the quiet;
They are seen in the mirror
Behind your eyes;
Felt beneath your chest
within your heart.

And so this,
This is how we live,
Continuing on…

R.E.