Death is Just a Thing
The summer sun shines
on me with a
brilliance that warms my bones,
but my heart is lonely
for the ones who have gone.
My ears long to hear
their words.
My eyes to linger
upon their beauty.
But only memories
remain,
some blurring with
the sand and the wind.
Time marches on…
Death is just a
thing that happens in the wind.
Hold the memories of
love’s last words,
A silent moment or a
ruckus laugh.
A giant hug or kiss
on the cheek.
Whatever it was, that
moment shared,
tuck it deep within
your heart.
For time will pass
and take its toll,
but love will last
beyond death’s sting
and shine within the memories
we sing.
4.21.17 mw lambeth
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