Poem – Fleeting

My heart is troubled

As though that is new

So many possibilities

But only for so many

Others have run out

Gone

Dust to dust

It weighs down the soul

Saying goodbye

Whether to a lover

Or a loved one

The pain remains

Always acting as reminder

That our time is short

And our work here must be done

Or it will be nothing

Even if all it means is surviving

Sometimes that is enough

Light a candle

For those on their journey

Whether in this world

Or the next

We all need a flame

To guide us home