When you died, it felt like everything stopped.
It was as though a cog was suddenly missing,
And the world had ceased to turn.
When you died, I could feel you take a part of me with you.
It was as though a part of myself that I was so used to having that I'd stopped noticing it had disappeared,
And my heart had ceased to beat.
When you died, I could feel the world get darker.
It was as though the reaper's scythe had cut the stars from the sky,
Leaving the world without warmth or light.
When you died, he held me close and assured me we'd never forget you.
It was as though he planned to singlehandedly tell your story to the world,
And ensure your name would live forever.
When you died, I began to write.
It was as though I was in a frenzy,
And thought enough words could bring you back to me.
When you died, we went our separate ways, determined in our own missions.
It was as though we each wordlessly agreed to tell of you on our journeys,
And refused to let you fade.
When you died, it hurt.
It was as though my heart left with you,
And I couldn't look at your student for a month.
But
When you died, I took up your legacy and continued to live for your sake.
It was as though ensuring you would never be forgotten had given me new purpose,
And I knew I'd see you again.