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.

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.

Traversing the retrospect

Yearning comprehension

Bewildered in darkness