The Fallen

Once a year we invite them to come back to us,

Once a year we open our hearts and beg them to return and they do

and with them comes the memory of how much better our lives were with them still here, seeing their smiles and feeling the warmth of their hearts and we remember.

Once a year we talk about those we lost and tell stories of the times shared between us and they are here once again laughing alongside us, reminiscing together with us. Wiping the tears from our cheeks for us.

They make us happy that we had them and sad that we lost them all at the same time.

We reflect on how they died, how they lived. The doors of heaven are open and our friends and our loved ones and our heroes return to us for a day.

They wipe the tears from our cheeks and we remember that we cry not for them but for ourselves, us whose lives are that bit darker without them.