The Bond

In life what we can't create
That bond, the after-life builds.
The jeers of life are blinding
Before it, even the strong wilts.

The heart does not always do what it is meant to do
The soul can't look into our eyes at times.
In this life it cannot be
Just for me and you.
In that life all comes to life.

Above us
Near us
With us
In us.
Those that life let go
Become more of us
Than the rest of us

Abandoned like a robe once worn
Now kept in a dusty place in a corner of the cupboard.
A lesser life every now and then
Would help lives from being torn.