The Truest Lie

 

snow falls like white ash from a blank sky
the cold is colder than it used to be
pain seems the only bond of my affection
as every joy becomes the entrapment of my memory

and yet, nevertheless, i willfully endure the sorrow
when the loss of what i love about yesterday
is the hope of what greater glory i will know after tomorrow

in a place of timelessness and ageless beauty preserved
in a realm where there is no suffering
when it was all that we deserved

am i negligent for reminiscing when i remain
held up on all accounts of former things
i've still got a life to live and you are free from pain
sending letters with my prayers and sentiments in offerings

shifting meditations from looking back to moving on
this deficit of your absence that i feel is the truest lie
reminding myself that you are not gone
just a final breath away, in the beauty of the day i die...