"I have only slipped away into the next room" the poem says,
It's not true, I checked. The next room was empty.
You're not there, you never will be, I'll never see you again.
We held your hand near the end, before you slipped away.
I hope it gave you some comfort as it did me.
I like to think you're in a better place now, wherever it is.
One morning, as the sun was rising but the moon was still out
I saw a star on its own burning bright.
Was it you? Do you watch over us all, yet always out of reach?
You fought hard when you could, but your time has come and gone.
Too soon for us all, but it can't be changed.
We should use our memories and your strength to help us in our own times of need.
You will always be in our hearts.
Derek:
14/12/2018