Buried

I woke today and thought of you
and all the times you helped me through.
To watch you fade infected me
and turned my outlook gray.

I know your pain then ceased to be,
but cannot grasp lifes mystery.
Of time and space and loss
injecting Gods for us to pray.

You held my hand to walk along
and I held yours to guide you on.
Though never got to say goodbye
it drives my mind astray.

So I know in Death we're free
but cannot for the life of me
find that peace although I try
to dig that dirt away.