The Good Lord drowned you in dreams of our best times
I couldn't save you from that clutching thing that had stolen far too much
yet I am caught in the happy moment when you bobbed on the surface for three sunlit seconds
saw me from eyes that had closed forever, I swear, and blew me a kiss
with a hand from your lips that had forgotten how to sound even the smallest words
before sinking back into the depths of the peace that enclosed you as a shroud
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
The Good Lord drowned you in dreams of our best times
I couldn't save you from that clutching thing that had stolen far too much
yet I am caught in the happy moment when you bobbed on the surface for three sunlit seconds
saw me from eyes that had closed forever, I swear, and blew me a kiss
with a hand from your lips that had forgotten how to sound even the smallest words
before sinking back into the depths of the peace that enclosed you as a shroud
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