So this is how it feels like.
To see your dearest one has left the world.
So this is how you choose to leave.
A quick exit, a giant step.
You don’t give any chance for us to breathe and to realize.
That you’ve gone.
All you leave us with is memory.
And you made sure you leave aplenty.
Be it your over-the-top acts when you’re passionate about something,
Be it your wide smile, so wide it often took over larger part of your face,
Be it your sharp words, much more like ranting, when anyone or anything got in your way,
Be it your over abundance of attention when you fall for someone,
Be it your writing, ever so sincere you crafted from the heart.
Be it your books.
Be it your walk.
Be it your photographs.
Be it your presence.
The ones that you choose not to carry with you up there.
Instead, you generously put them down here, in our hearts.
You’re still doing good, even as you say goodbye.
So good, that we can do nothing but to wipe the tears that start falling.
You did good in this life.