A tearful lament for those who have lost the love of their life to the phantom of death.

Departing was a sorrow,
when it was time for you to go.
You left me here, alone and bare
in this world that you deserted.
No fault of your own.

Now your soul roams free
unhindered by a fleshy shell,
gone from the pain and misery.
Leaving me stuck,
holding your bag of burden.

I'll never forget
the last day we had.
Even though you were sick,
it wasn't at all bad.
And even though it was
the last day we had,
you promised you'd never go.
Although you finally did,
I know you'll be back again
someday soon.

Losing you was the hardest thing
I'll ever have to do.
But I wouldn't want to have
never known you.
Loss is part of living.
Now I live for the memories.

And I'll dance with your ghost
in the middle of the night
like we did last christmas eve.
I'll feel your body
and the heat of the fire
as I mourn.
And I'm never letting go
of angels in the snow,
or the pale reflection
of your face on the ice
upon the pond by the road
that leads us home.