Degeneration

Degeneration Even now, watching you, I try to gather the essence of your life. Memoirs locked tightly in A jar that clenches our united Soul, when I look at you. Don’t let go. Already gone, does your spirit edge away? Now when I should be saying Goodbye, Do I bitterly turn my back. It’s killing me, stealing the Part of me that is you. So I close my eyes Hoping not to see, What It’s done to you. So I remember who you are, Each time I play- Pretend you are still here. So I gather the essence of your life to erase the reality of your death. Even now, when I can still Say goodbye, I prepare memoirs of, Your eulogy God Just Don’t Let Go…………….