My Last Good-Bye
It happened to me one night – when I was coming home late from work;
The police report said he ran a red light – going 80, some drunken jerk.
I didn’t know just what hit me – I didn’t experience any hurt or pain;
Just a moment of instant recognition – that my life had met its end.
I floated around in darkness – hearing a beeping in my head;
Sensing that you were near me – lying vigil by my bed.
They gave you a medical explanation – for the tears upon my face,
But you knew that I was crying – being stuck in this unconscious place.
My body needed to release me – but my soul didn’t want to go;
I had gone to work that morning – without telling you I loved you so.
They said it was a reflexive action – squeezing your hand at the flat line,
But it was me saying my last good-bye – and, I love you, one more time.
Please don’t you grieve too long – you have plenty of life left to live;
And it really is okay – to find somebody else your love to give.
And when you do, don’t make the mistake – that I made on that fatal day,
Before leaving the house each morning – “I love you”, is what you should say.
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