He who has understood

what death means to life
might not fear to die

but still
It remains a circle
and there was never no winter
without autumn or spring
every end needs space to breathe
every heart needs space for grief

although we might know
they went somewhere safe
or they come back as clouds
a bird or some other loving soul

still
that smile is gone
this voice is silent
the wind will never
brush that hair again
the loss is real

so let’s remember
It remains a circle
and there was never no winter
without autumn or spring

and life and death
might take a love
but they also gave your heart
this wondrous love

and this is where
this smile remains
the voice keeps talking
and the wind
will brush this hair forever