Every month,
every day
someone leaves us
to live in a different space.
Friends, family members, and furbabies
have died before us
The older we get,
the more we experience people
leaving before us, and
leaving us behind.
I miss those who have gone,
but in their own ways
they live on.
They exist in our memories.
Their spirits exist in our remembering them.
Their wisdom and lessons taught
continue to inspire us
in this day and those to come.