No longer do I weep for you,
In all the ways I used to do,
Your passing eases by the day,
There’s nothing more that I can say.

Occasionally I feel you there,
Watching as I stand and stare,
At all the things I need to do,
To move on to a life anew.

A tear may come and then it’s gone,
Not staying round for very long,
The heaviness my heart once had,
Has eased and now is not as bad.

For now I know your spirit flies,
Through rolling fields and azure skies,
Dancing, full of freedom there,
A life that’s pure without a care.

© Copyright May 2018 – Patrick Fisher