The Elements Of Loss Poem by nick feiner

Like thunder striking the earth,
Your force, brilliant but yet gone too soon,
Yet my tree remains ablaze.
For you did not strike a structure or mere dirt, but my tree of life.
The softness of your touch like steel to flint, and your spark caught me.
Though now you may have gone, a smolder in me still remains, enough that a slight breeze could kindle my ashes anew.
But your clouds loft all to distant.