I feel your loss
more keenly now,
a depth of emotion
heightened somehow,
by the smallest of things
that happen today.
In the comfort of strangers
I stay.

I sense you are here
so close at hand,
but the idea you’re near
strikes me as grand,
when I witnessed in full
your final parade.
In the comfort of strangers
I may…

live again,
live again,
live again,
my love.

I see your sweet face
and always will
and to think of you now
gives me a thrill.
I want you forever
to know that today,
in the comfort of strangers
I pray.

Copyright Keith Ames