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…………….
Copyright © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2010
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