Now every leaf that drifts to the ground,Whispers your name without a sound.And though you’re gone, I still believe —You linger here, among the leaves.Dew glistened on the autumn leaves,Steady and still, until a heavy breeze.A storm was coming — no one knew,The heavy dreariness about to ensue.No one saw the storm behind your smile,The way your light dimmed all the while.You were the kind who gave and gave,Until there was nothing left to save.The day you left, the world stood still.The sky turned gray against my will.Even the sun seemed to hide its face,As if it couldn’t bear this place.I still see you in October rain, In ice-cold brews and burning flame. In the fading glow of autumn’s light, Your soul still whispers, both fierce and bright. There’s anger, too, for what you faced,For how the pain erased a soul misplaced. You deserved to stay, to see what’s new, The world still turns — but missing you. In loving memory of Michael William Maynard (July 17, 1988 – October 15, 2018) “It’s all gravy baby.” Michael William Maynard Please leave this field empty WANT MORE? SIGN UP TO RECEIVE THE LATEST STORIES, TIPS & INSIGHTS, PLUS SOME EXCLUSIVE GOODIES! I don’t spam! Read our privacy policy for more info. Check your inbox or spam folder to confirm your subscription. Please leave this field emptyPhoto by Armin Rimoldi on Pexels.com The Unseen Collection Join The Unseen Collection for $10/month and receive two thoughtfully curated digital magazines, my exclusive newsletter, and bonus content created to inspire reflection, comfort, and connection. A monthly space to slow down, embrace the unseen, and feel a little less alone. Start your free trial today! Or purchase the collection here We don’t spam! Read our privacy policy for more info. Check your inbox or spam folder to confirm your subscription. Discover more from Embrace The Unseen Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email. Type your email… Subscribe