It was a beginning of sorts

Only I had no idea where I was going

Or where the roads would lead.

Uncharted lands, the tiny path

That twist and turned upon itself

Into the woods in the mist-ridden

Hills where you once walked.

I heard not the birds singing

Nor the clanging doom of death

As it loomed into your bedroom

Tripping over our toes, I only felt

Your hand as it left mine, forever.

 

Death, when it came was a relief,

It was etched upon the peace in your face

As lines were forever erased

Along with your smile, the gold of your voice

It was no ending, as I said

It was only the beginning

Of a lifetime spent without you

A lifetime spent listening for a voice…

…that only I can hear.