Guide
Always looking down on me
Are a pair of special eyes
Of a man who once woke with me
And held me close at night
In whispers shared our deepest dreams
Across the room, a smile beamed
Each time He looked at me
One day will be forever burned in flash-bulb memory
I learned He passed with shattered glass
And soon fell to my knees
My nagging grief then beat me down
Till near insanity
It was one night I woke to see him sitting on my bed
The light from shining street lamps showed
The bloody wound upon his head
He told me he could bear no more
To see his dear friend sad
So I decided then and there
My choice was to be glad
So know that those we've loved and lost
Are never truly gone
They have the privilege of guiding us
As we trudge to carry on
Some were not meant to be with us
On our own dying day
Their lessons learned, they then return
and We must go on our way
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