Loss
Those whom we love sometimes leave us,
Sometimes by death their loss bereaves us,
Or feelings change and they no longer need us.

When they've gone, they leave a space
Deep in the soul, in a special place,
That time must fill or new love replace.

Until it does we go on as we can.
We seek a peace until the time when
Hurt has fled and we smile again.
by G. E. Farrell