your final breath
Read to find out how a grief-stricken person navigates the loss of their loved one through memories, nature, and one final run across the fields the departed dreamed of.
The days have outnumbered your absence.
The sun and the world are going on its way as usual.
But ours hasn’t — you were one of our tributaries,
and your absence has taken out our joy.But fear not, you said — and that’s what we are doing.
Like you said, we laughed at your funeral,
we made jokes, we danced, we shot an obituary,
we prayed for you — a better afterlife.Your absence has hit us with a shock,
it’s as if we lost a big part of ourselves.
We don’t know where you are now.
I see the grasslands that you wanted to run on,
despite how it crippled you.
The sun shining with its golden rays,
a warm spring breeze,
and the whooshing of the wheat.The wind breezes your calm voice —
warm as your humble hug.
The grass wheezing at the winds.I don’t see you around,
but I feel your presence in the urn.Lily sees her world in her canine jaws,
holding your urn with the utmost care
of a parent to a toddler.As the sun sets on the horizon to take rest on this day,
and as nature calls your name —
I tell her to run.
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She runs across the fields,
whilst tearing up what may be sadness
or what could be a final joy —
playing catch with you.She runs with her full spirit,
shouting with her joyous spirit,
whilst your ashes take hold of the wind.The more Lily jumps around the fields whilst running,
the more your ashes fly through the air.And in my mellow, longing eyes,
I can see you finally fly your dreams.
You paint the grassland with your serene colors.
The wind around speaks your name.
This land is what gave you peace,
and this land is where your eternal body shall reside.
Your mortal remains have now returned to where they came from,
and have finally taken their abode.Your soul and mind now live in our hearts, and your stories through your possession.
You might be gone.
But your soul is eternal,
and your thought lives in all of us.
I struggle to breathe
whilst my eyes beg to tear,
my legs trembling at this very moment —
and before I knew,
it ran.It ran faster than it ever did in its life,
taking me along to hug you one last time.
To smile with you one last time.
I run and run and run,
hoping that you defy reality
and just come run with me.
I —
I — am exhausted.I fall to my knees,
looking back at the art you created on the sky.
My tongue so heavy
to lift any more words.You can rest now, my dear.
The Valhalla is yours.
You have reached your eternal heaven.
I love you from here and till forever.
-V.V
