I’ll never forget those you rip away.
Your signature is unmistakable,
Scars across the ground that may grow over,
may look healed but never will –
We’ll still see, and we’ll know.
As long as we remember, you will never win.
And no matter how many times I look at names, lists,
Closed caskets, and think for a moment that it might’ve been me instead,
Should’ve been someone with less, a heart more full and near the end,
I’ll never erase one name.
I’ll inscribe the stars and each time the moon rises,
I’ll hear their light whisper back to me, “I’m here.”