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
