Augustin

In the depths of grief, a heart heavy with woe,

A cousin lost to cancer's cruel blow,

At 24, on the brink of love's bloom,

About to wed, in life's spacious room.

Helplessness lingers, a bitter taste,

Unable to alter the cruel haste,

Regret whispers in the silent night,

Words unspoken, out of sight.

Longing to say "I love you",

No more delay,

no more ado,

Now,

a vow to those still dear,

To hold them close,

to draw them near.

In the shadow of loss,

a bittersweet vow,

To cherish each moment,

then and now,

"I love you" spoken,

with heartfelt grace,

In every embrace,

in every trace.

Your cousin's absence, a poignant ache,

But in your love,

his spirit wakes,

A legacy of tender affection,

strong and clear,

To love deeply, to hold near.

In the echo of grief,

new tenderness takes hold,

To speak love freely,

in kindnesses retold,

For every tender word you choose to share,

Your cousin's memory lingers.

bright and rare.