Mourning
The cool breeze
chills the tears
in my eyes.
It reminds me
he is gone.
I am alone.
His bright eyes
became distant
and I could not
find him there.
I missed him
before he left.
No music soothes
my soul.
No song speaks
to my sorrow.
So much emptiness
to fill.
When I am done
with tears.
Someday.
I will remember
to laugh again,
and tell our story.
in memorial to Smudge and to Samwise the Brave
- Lindar7