Why?

Death 

Is a good teacher.
Teaches:

How to appear strong.
‘He’s so brave for his age!’
How to console.
‘Why did this happen?’
How to answer sympathy with grace.
‘What a terrible tragedy.’

How to mourn.

But the one thing it does not answer is:
Why?
‘God deemed it so;
Who are we to question His will?’
‘It was meant to be.’
‘It was destiny.’
‘God takes those he loves earliest.’

I apologize
That the force of my love is
Weaker than this God’s will.
Maybe he loves you more than I do…
But I doubt it.