GRIEF Poem: The Departed, by Ethan Christ

The time here is over, and the time for the great unknown begins.
Alas, the soul may never die.
It lives in the heart of those who remember.
Those who smell your cologne when walking through the street,
Those who see you in a stranger passing by,
Those who keep your picture up in their house,
Those who remember the good and the bad times together,
Those who are reminded of your nature through others,
Those who would ask what you would do when they need help,
And by those who hold their grief close to their heart.
Allah yerhamo

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