There's life after death or so they say.
Have you ever heard the dead speak?
They are looking down on you!
Really how do you know?
Is it that somehow you've visited them.
Or is it that they have visited you.
Was it in a dream, a vision
At night? Use wisdom
Selling unrealistic dreams
Like children believing in fairy tales
The thing about the unknown is..
NO ONE KNOWS.....
Tell me it's ok, it's gonna be alright
Let me grieve, fuss be angry and fight.
The reality is we'll never truly let go
But do we have to? Let me know!
Loved ones will always be there
In every thought, every accomplishment ever whisper of the air.
Copyright © Makayla Gilchrist | Year Posted 2021
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