“Where the Light Still Falls”
By Axton N.O. Mitchell
He was your Ray of sunlight,
even when he didn’t believe it.
The world can be too loud
for hearts that feel everything,
he felt it all:
the ache, the joy,
the weight of trying to be “okay.”
You gave him everything,
even when you didn’t know how to fix it.
Love was never the question.
though he stepped away
from this life, much too soon,
he did not step away from love.
Not yours.
Nor his daughters.
the kind that lingers
in photographs and old shirts
and the sudden smell of rain.
There is no map for grief,
but there are footprints
That are his,
still pressed into every room he knew.
He is not defined by how he left
but by how deeply he was loved.
And
Always will be
Whisper to the void it might whisper back