When Death Comes II

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When Death comes,

Absence is such

a huge new Presence

that it is hard to bear.

It takes time

to become accustomed to it,

to live with it as we go on,

that gaping absence

always  beside us,

their favourite chair

always empty,

the rooms too eerily silent.

Knowing we loved them well,

to the last moment of their lives 

and beyond,

that we will never stop loving them,

we hope their love is never far from us.

We look for signs and messages,

for that much love, 

once begun,

surely,

never really ends.

Written for a friend who has just lost her husband and best friend far too young.