The End

This is the end, and any second I'll cease to be.
As I lay here, I wonder if you're proud of me. 
My thin frame collapsed to a heap on the floor. 
Then I see your hand reaching out beyond heaven's door.
I look up, and there you are, shining so bright
You tell me I'll be alright.
You clasp your grip in mine, you say you love me and I know,
And together we walk off into the snow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Hawley Avatar
August 9, 2022 at 8:35 PM
Very surprise ending. Until the last line I thought the topic was death, not snow.
Matis  Avatar
August 10, 2022 at 10:39 AM
It is about death. The ending is about going 'home' to the cold embrace of mortality, but with your loved one who had passed on.
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