Home.

When you left this world,
we all held our breath
as if it were a joke
and we were waiting
for the punch line.

The punch line
is that you're never coming back
and we're left
to remember you
and all that we left unsaid

When you left,
the world stood still
for what felt like eternity
but was only days.

Slow churning days
Like trying to get the last drop
of molasses out of the jar

Accepting it
was almost too hard

But of what you took with you,
you forgot something.
Or maybe it was on purpose.
A gift for us.

You left the beauty of the world.

The gift of breathing.
Of a true deep breathe.
Of a sincere smile
A real laugh.

And how even rainy days
hold some sort of magic

The world crying over the loss
of another young soul

Reminding us
of our own mortality.
We are no stronger
than our home.