Everyone Who Die, Diminish Me - Sonnet Poem by Patti Masterman

And everyone who die, diminish me
Like twinkling stars that disappear, past night-
Each wished upon, with dreams that will not see
A morning dawn's birth, vigorous and bright.

And everyone who leaves, leaves hollow steps
That echo down the emptiness inside;
And soon would be forgotten, but except
Their faces are engraved- all those that died.

When everyone has gone, who'll close the door
And turn out all those lights, that lit the house?
God knows, we humans always will want more-
With birth and death bedfellows, only spouse?

When sorrow's allowed to eclipse every joy,
An easy death is all our hopes can buoy.