I long for the smile
the sweet, caring smile
i long to see that happiness
on that stone cold face
of the one i love
a man who breathes no longer
a man whose heart
beats for me no more
he promised it to me
but he lies still
in front of me
and my heart is breaking
as the tears run down
spilling from my eyes
as the cover closes
and casket lowered
I whisper “I love you.”
not ready to say goodbye
and walk away
trying not to cry
any longer.
by Brittany
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