When left with but a memory and vagueness of the your tone
My eyes can only but water at the thought that you are gone
You asked if I was sleeping, maybe in hopes that you could to
Now you are the one who is sleeping, and I who wishes to join you
“I could not stop for death
So he kindly stopped for me”
And took away my friend
But placed her in eternity
He may have hung his head
And regretted what he had to do
Did so with this softest touch
But the fact remains true
There is a hollow in heart
Pseudo occupied with sadness and grief not only for us
“I could not stop for death”
So he kindly left me Justice
In loving memory of Trish
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
2 comments:
this is a complex read and I'll have to come back to it, but my first read is of sadness and terminal feelings.
You took me to an emotional ride with this one, a pleasure to read, it pulls at the heartstrings
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