for
Steph Paynes
The hole he left behind is ten times greater
Than what it
looked like while he was still here.
It was a burrow then; now it’s a crater
That’s deep enough
to make hope disappear—
But never deep enough to dim the light
That shined from
his face when he saw, in you,
The spirit, the devotion, and the fight
That he inked on
your soul like a tattoo.
Sorrow, like love, is ours to give, not keep;
And death not how
we leave, but leave our mark.
The mark he left is why that hole’s so deep.
The light he shed
is why the hole’s so dark—
Light that will
never fail to warm and guide you
Just like he’ll
always be right there beside you.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells
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