The Paradox of Life without You,
Numbs the mind and paralyses the heart;
So many people surround us each day,
Yet the loneliness is unsurpassed;
So much promise embodied in Evan,
Yet the future feels so empty;
The outpouring of love since your passing,
Bathes us in its warm protective glow,
Flowing freely in abundance,
Yet the immeasurable love Evan and I had reserved for you,
Lie buried deep under an avalanche of shattered dreams,
Like petrified lava, our rich river of love,
Stopped from flowing by the barrier of time;
So many instruments of music echo through our halls,
Yet the missing musician is the loudest absence of all.

For a season there must be pain-
For a little, little space
I shall lose the sight of her face,
Take back the old life again
While she is at rest in her place,
For a season this pain must endure,
For a little, little while
I shall sigh more often than smile
Till Time shall work me a cure,
And the pitiful days beguile.
For that season we must be apart,
For a little length of years,
Till my life's last hours nears,
And, above the beat of my heart,
I hear Her voice in my ears.
But I shall not understand-
Being set on some later love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,
Till she reach me forth her hand,
Saying, "Who but I have the right?"
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.

Rudyard Kipling, The Widow.