Retaining Plans Between Friends
A shiver chills as silence fills
the room of brick and stone-
Here shall now never be again
my home- but is still yours-
The blackened ash of fading dreams,
now clouds our yearning hope-
winding threads of a spiders web
and long grown moss divide.
I see you looking down on me
tears brimming in your eyes-
I see the hurt- absence of warmth-
see what it is to come-
Missing me, you came to join my
everlasting slumber-
Somber greys and mournful sobs
transform to shades of white-
Standing hand in hand together
planning forgotten dreams,
one hand in yours and then -with us-
Death anchors the other.