When Iam Gone Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Do not cry when Iam gone,
for the weight of grief is too heavy a tribute.
Instead, remember the mornings we stole from time,
the sunlight that poured over our laughter,
and the hours we wove together,
golden and unbroken.

Let your hands brush the spaces I once filled,
but not in mourning-
in reverence for the beauty
of what it meant to exist together.
Iam there in the warmth of the earth,
the hush of the wind, the hum of a quiet room.

Do not seek me in shadowed corners of sorrow.
Iam in the colors that once thrilled us,
in the pages of stories we loved,
in the soft rise and fall of your breathing.

When you look back,
see the light in our moments,
the shape of my life drawn by your love,
the echoes of my being stitched
into the fabric of yours.

Grieve, if you must,
but do not let sorrow linger.
I have lived, and so have we-
beatifully, fleetingly, endlessly.