My Night-time Poetry

Resting angels 🩶

The first hello turns into the last goodbye.
Couldn't see it coming.
There wasn't a warning.

The last picture is only a faint memory.
The last encounter is forgotten.

The guilt of not feeling regret. Should I have done something differently.
Was there anything to change.

I celebrate the life you did live
and mourn the lost memories
you didn't get to experience.

I mourn the fact you had so much to give, but not enough time to give it.

I mourn that you had so much left to live.

So many greatful memories I replay on my phone where they will never be forgotten.

My mind will eventually fade away the memory with you, but never will you be forgotten.

I'll always mourn the loss of you.
I'll always love you.
We will always love you,
sweet angel.

There isn't a place, time, or existence where you won't be missed, where you won't be loved.

In a different world, you would have stayed just a little longer, even just a second more.

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I originally dedicated this poem to a cat that passed away. I was grief stricken by his loss, and he wasn't even mine, but he was lost too soon. Then I lost my grandfather, and this poem comforted me to know that he's resting with the angels, but his life will never be forgotten, and his legacy is never going away. We celebrate the life we live and love the people within it. Hope this wasn't too saddening and helped someone else go through loss of our dear angels in our lives ♡