Dying

If I touch you,

can I heal you?

If I reach you,

will you hear?

If I speak with

words of comfort,

will it take

away your fear?

If I lay down

on your death bed,

hold your hand

just for a while,

will you rise up

to walk with me,

or pass on

with a smile?

Are you still there?

Can you hear me?

I don’t want to

let you go,

but your eyes are

on the angels

and I’m stuck here

down below.

I love you so.

 

HG – 2016

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