If today you were to pass,

in heaven looking through the glass.

Loved ones mourn with teary eyes,

the following day became such a surprise.

You ponder thoughts of retrospect,

how a life just lost is so easy to forget.

As you come across points of reference,

a gentle heart that made a difference.

How such a surprise ever came to be?

A precious life wasted so selfishly.

…but one who is mortal can only taste,

for love is the nerve that not enveloped is life to waste,

upon wake builds clear wrapping counter-significance,

when a shadowed symphony paints evening corridors,

morning swells emotional precedence.

Tapping on the inside

Traversing the retrospect

Yearning comprehension

Bewildered in darkness