Good bye

Sad news.
An old friend
not yet old
dies.

Unreal.

We just can’t believe
that death does not exist.

Words sound blasphemous
Yet they may soothe.

Those very close tend
To practical matters and
Overcome for a moment
The stupor of loss.

I did’nt dare ask
When and where
The final good bye
Would be

But the world
is full of magic.

Fate told me when and where,
Allowed me to be there
Just in time,
In the essence of a flower.

Fate led my steps,
Changed my way home.
I met a song and a smile
And tears were allowed to flow freely