Like nitrogen, supporting every breath
Always been there, it seems you always will
So vital, so involved, that is until
A moment brings inevitable death.
I know death finds us all, but you? But why?
You, in the midst of life, one moment there
Then dying flesh, and then an empty chair,
I can’t believe it doesn’t shake the sky.
Your life is over, not complete, feels wrong
To say “he was” and never “he will be”
When you were there like axioms so long.
What’s left is all you did and made, and we
So shaken at the gap where you belong
Counting your loss against eternity.
20th Jan 2016