Fistfull of Nothing
I look down and see a fist full of nothing,
All that I had and all that I was is like dust in the wind,
The pain in your heart is the only proof I was ever here,
When you think of me I am resurrected, connected to you,
And when you leave,
I will cease to be.
Though we are separated,
I have found life was over-rated,
Because what I now see,
Is more beautiful than I thought it could be.
Remember me in your heart,
Your thoughts,
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed,
And the time I died,
For if you think of me, I will never be gone.
Funeral, Eulogy, or Memorial Service Poetry Contest
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6/21/19
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