Death waits in life’s corners hidden

with arms embracing a relief of pain,

the end of our story already written

and we wait but won’t wait in vain.

But what is death to those alive?

Memories like pictures stored away

as holding on to our days we strive

lost in fears with each passing day.

She took her but not without asking

half gone already and was lost.

Now left behind you follow a trail

of despair leaving you weak and frail

and while her pain is past and gone

in her death you’ll find a new dawn.




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