Grief

I see him in their joy.
I see him in their kindness, in the way their eyes shine with the sun.
I see him everyday.
I see his love, his soul, every time the wind runs through the trees.
I see him around me.
And I miss him. Oh how I miss him.
But I know I´ll see him again, someday.
While I wait...
I see him in their joy...