It feels like yesterday

the way your smile lit up the sky after all that gray.

Its warmth still finds me, though you’re far away.

But the next day,

you were gone,

and so was that smile.

The gray returned to cover the sky,

not yours,

but mine.

The world seemed to turn your smile into a joke,

applauding

as your leaving became their entertainment.

But in the end,

everything must come to an end

and so must your smile.

When everything finds its time,

within your smile,

my heart still stays behind.

Your smile has found where it belongs

I hope heaven is your home,

where light outshines all your sorrow.