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 © Starlight Matis | Year Posted 2021
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