Cold hard marble

When life becomes a thing of cold hard marble

when the touch to feel chills

as you place your hand on the tomb

searching for warmth and another's touch

when there is nothing left

but the emptiness of absence.

That is when grief is in your heart forever

and the frigidity is with you every moment

of every day.

I was lucky to have you, hold you,

be in your company because this moment 

is ever so brief and precious.

So valuable, yet you can never

hold onto it with your hands.

We are never meant to hold onto anything.

Just the love in our hearts

which echoes and reverberates through

our bereaved souls.