Coming Home in the Dark

The green front door creaks open-
What’s waiting on the other side.
An abyss with a stream of light to guide
To the room of living that hides.

Empty. Still. Darkness.

Once filled with the guided light-
Waiting for me to arrive to greet.
The noises in the background fill the void
Until the chatter voice stays to meet.

Yearning for just one more day-
To walk inside to see you a final time.
Memories hitting like a pound of bricks
Making the mountain harder to climb.

As time slowly goes on-
A hole starts to get bigger and deeper within.
The longing, the guilt, the pain
It doesn’t seem to go away, but instead begins.

Reliving the please be quiet moments-
As those are hard to forget.
Listening to the sound of my voice with a smile
You always seemed to never live with regret.

The strength from within unites-
As it was passed on from that night.
The hope of tomorrow was never promised
But it is what’s guiding us to fight.

We live on to remember-
To tell our children of an amazing warrior.
He watches from above and seeks
To live through us as a mirror.

As a parting goodbye-
He still remains as promised.
Not a day goes by without a single thought
Always to be dearly missed.