When you unfurled your wings,
A draft took you out of view.
Within the cools of these capes,
I still hear echoes of you.
How can you be love,
When loss is all, you’ve known.
My shadow crawls across your grave,
When will I learn to carry on?
In the cradle of earth,
Your skeleton will always smile.
At least you found your solace,
I hope death is treating you well.
You’re gone,
But somewhere else.
Within these thoughts,
I hold you close.
Now rest my dear…
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:37 AM UTC
When you unfurled your wings,
A draft took you out of view.
Within the cools of these capes,
I still hear echoes of you.
How can you be love,
When loss is all, you’ve known.
My shadow crawls across your grave,
When will I learn to carry on?
In the cradle of earth,
Your skeleton will always smile.
At least you found your solace,
I hope death is treating you well.
You’re gone,
But somewhere else.
Within these thoughts,
I hold you close.
Now rest my dear…