Retaining Plans Between Friends

Sun, 04/19/2015 - 13:49 -- Pulchie

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.

 

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