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He didn't see the patch of ice; She had closed her eyes for just a bit. When she looked, Guardrails tearing... No time to shout, Windows blowing out, Merciful airbags slamming oblivion Through muffled thudding sliding, rolling, plummeting plummeting down. Silence.... "Some day, if we die at the same time," His mother had said, "We want to be together in the grave." An ominous request, that, And one to be perused, ignored, Revisited now As her life hovered "Ten percent," the doctors said. Shattered body, all alone .../\.../\....../\.................. Alone....... They were together again. "Do you remember what they asked?" "I do." "And do you think...?" The mortuary Obliging, Compassionate, Arranged them Arms encircling, Her head upon his chest... Embraced in life, Embraced in death. Lowered gently down, A warming day, In spite of snow, A circling of friends around, A mercy to have lived and died Through every harm Encircled in each others' arms.
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
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He didn't see the patch of ice; She had closed her eyes for just a bit. When she looked, Guardrails tearing... No time to shout, Windows blowing out, Merciful airbags slamming oblivion Through muffled thudding sliding, rolling, plummeting plummeting down. Silence.... "Some day, if we die at the same time," His mother had said, "We want to be together in the grave." An ominous request, that, And one to be perused, ignored, Revisited now As her life hovered "Ten percent," the doctors said. Shattered body, all alone .../\.../\....../\.................. Alone....... They were together again. "Do you remember what they asked?" "I do." "And do you think...?" The mortuary Obliging, Compassionate, Arranged them Arms encircling, Her head upon his chest... Embraced in life, Embraced in death. Lowered gently down, A warming day, In spite of snow, A circling of friends around, A mercy to have lived and died Through every harm Encircled in each others' arms.
Friends of ours just lost their parents within a few hours of each other. True story.
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Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
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