Curious Coincidence

The night she died
a bright star fell.

The most brilliant hues
shattered in the night.

She wasn't breathing;
her breath had left.

Such warmth and light
had filled our home.

Amidst the heavens
a star displaced.

Her leaving leaves
this place colder.

Reviews

[Miss Peter]

I'm sorry for your loss.
You've written it up well, loss is a hard thing. I hope you'll find some warmth an comfort.