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.