I beg this is

White noise. 

Laying motion to the quiet noise. 

A breath in, breathing in the tree noise. 

Blades of love and grass poised. 

Is this life? 

High tide. 

Childrens' laughing gone, abide. 

By the rules of time. 

Lay waist to the high tide. 

Is this crying? 

Look ahead. 

Rocks and gulls and cliff edge. 

Yellowed grassy dunes of rock heads. 

And a path mostly straight ahead. 

Is this peace? 

Sat in a chair. 

Next to Beloved with her there. 

The air feeds you her hair. 

Where it started and still unaware. 

Is this fair? 

Thats a lake. 

Beyond your vision at eight. 

In the afternoon, it's almost late. 

Almost time to curl up with Fate. 

Is this learning? 

To be on a hill. 

It's been half your lifetime yet still. 

Begging us to be here again even just a lil. 

Horizon looks as lovely as you did until. 

Is this meaning? 

Standing guard. 

Beside her bed, begging to never stray apart. 

We'll stay as parts. 

Tears fill up the bed and get-well-soon cards. 

Is this hard? 

Gone. 

Again it's like this everytime for everyone. 

The weight for us to step upon. 

The light will fade but remember that it shone. 

Is this love? 

Staying there. 

Beside her bed, she used to be there. 

We promised taht we'd stay together. 

Tears fill up her bed and the folded paper. 

This is hard. 

Lay horizontal. 

Lifetime ended long ago, at least it was full. 

I used to lay with you and never dreamed this day would fall. 

Yet the sun will set and rise eternal. 

This is meaning. 

Reflections stay. 

Behind my mind until late. 

The face of whose I will never shake. 

Curled up in a ball trying not to hate. 

This is learning. 

Sat in a chair. 

Next to Beloved's favourite soap sculpture hare. 

The air fed through it like when u were there. 

Carving so close to give me a scare. 

This is fair. 

Ahead I look. 

The rising tide below the cliffs and nooks. 

It was there u slipped and dropped the photobook. 

The path was bumpy but we still had a look. 

This is peace. 

Hi sea. 

Laughing as children run past me. 

It is the rule of centuries. 

That all ashes waste below to become sandy. 

This is crying. 

White noise. 

Laying motion to the quiet noise. 

A breath out, breathing out the near noise. 

Quills of grass and love poised. 

This is life. 

Here we hear her. 

For millenia during and after. 

Just a smile will sing forever. 

She taught me that. She taught me heaven. 

Is here on land and sea and weather. 

She'll stay with me, there is no whether. 

Just me and you together. 

This is love. 

I beg.