Your Haunting death
Like your life
Still leave them cold
They search for reasons
Answers that defy questions
Remember what you told me
Wrong body, wrong time
But not to worry
Get it right next time
So I tell them
Wrong body, wrong time
They can’t define
You were on such a high that night
We laughed until dawn
The final toast
As you lay upon
That haunting smile goodbye
Before you died
One more for the road
Keepsake to the good times
One glass left behind
See you next time my friend
New body, right time.
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This truly brings to the fore what beauty is all about.. our beauty is within and not the body we occupy.
So heartbreakingly sad when a beautiful person is taken by a physical ailment (for sake of a better word).
But if our path is to continue without their presence then so be it until such time as all will be revealed in another place.
Your words really soaked into me today. Thank you for sharing what looks like a very personal write.
Pleasure, Dusk, glad you liked it.
It's strange how we accept death, we plan for it, but we're never really ready for it. How can we be? We honor the lost one, and keep the memory alive. So well penned, thank you.
I suppose we're all one memory from being a memory.
Beautifully written Paul!!! I'm glad I got to read it! It definitely shifted my perspective
Thanks, Sophenia
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