Death Has Always Made Me Cry

Death has always made me cry,

Whether it be because of the tragic loss experienced by others,

Or the friend or family shaped hole in my life,

Or its fictional representation in art,

Or even its lack when beloveds are reunited,

Death has always made me cry.

I met you once, Dark Spectre,

You allowed me to return and rebuild my self anew,

But that does not excuse the pain

You have continued to cause us all.

Death is but a passage,

A next step on an immortal journey, Or a cessation of all things, the reader may say,

Whatever it is to those who go, it is pain and tears to those who are left behind.

Death has always made me cry,

But I will be strong,

I will hold on to the joy of having known you,

The joy of the fond memories that will keep you alive forever.

A shining star in my personal firmament.

Death has always made me cry

And I have known loss over the years,

But those losses do not compare

To the ones I experience now, as I have aged,

And my friends begin to die,

From regular, tragic life-ending woes.

Before they were mentors, role models, acquaintances, family friends,

Now they are true friends, chosen family members, siblings of my heart.

I cherish you all the while I cry for your absence.

I hold on to the pleasure of having known you.

We will ring the bell for you today.

In love.

In remembrance.

In tribute to your part in our lives or of those we love,

And I will cry at your name.

The bell will toll,

And I will say farewell.

The bells will peal,

And my joy at having known you will explode from my heart,

For all to see and feel and know you through.

But I will still cry at your names.

Death has always made me cry.

Hattie Quinn