To the living I am gone.
To the sorrowfull, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore,
Gazing at a beautiful sea~
As you look in awe at a mighty forest,
And its grand majesty~
Remember me in your heart,
Your thoughts, and your memories
Of the times we cried,
The time we fought,
The times we laughed.
For if you always think of me,
I will have never gone.
First published in Bereavement Magazine