An Ode to Your Loving Memory
Death ends a life, not a relationship. — Mitch Albom
Tears flowing aplenty,
No match for the smiles you caused in me.
If I had a tear for every smile brought in me,
I should’ve droughted already.
When your absence hurts the way your presence healed,
I realise how big a pit you’ve dug in my heart.
A few more smiles, a few more tears;
I want to be the cause for a few more of them.
A few more pranks, a little more mischief;
I want to be a part of them with you.
A few more joys, a little more sorrow;
I want to experience them with you.
A few more steps, a few more runs;
I want to take them with you.
A few more thrills, a little more pain;
I want to hold you through it.
A few more memories, a few more experiences;
I want you to give me.
Though your absence means sorrow,
Your memories mean your presence.
Though you were distant,
You were always family.
Though you were lonely,
We always had you back.
Though it is a natural process, and happens to all,
It IS unnatural when it is you.
You weren’t known to many, but touched all those that you knew.
You weren’t known to many, but cherished by all those that knew you.
It’s better to be known deeply than widely.
Even death would be honoured to have your acquaintance.
To you, that have sought escape through death,
And found immortality through deeds and memories,
This is an ode.
© Srinath 2020