When I touched your hand and face
just once to say goodbye
I was startled at the stone cold
that greeted me in lieu of your warm embrace.
I stared through water that found itself in my eyes
to look at all of the flowers
the ones you wouldn't have wanted
because eventually, they too will die.
I listened to the two songs
the only ones you cared were there
sang with beauty and love and grace
although they were not long.
When everything is past tense, except the memories that we share
I'm left wondering, praying, grieving and wishing
for just a little more.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
When I touched your hand and face
just once to say goodbye
I was startled at the stone cold
that greeted me in lieu of your warm embrace.
I stared through water that found itself in my eyes
to look at all of the flowers
the ones you wouldn't have wanted
because eventually, they too will die.
I listened to the two songs
the only ones you cared were there
sang with beauty and love and grace
although they were not long.
When everything is past tense, except the memories that we share
I'm left wondering, praying, grieving and wishing
for just a little more.
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