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Pages of Your Book
Pages of your book
By Michelle Morris
09/09/2022
The snowflakes come down
Like a flurry of white hope
Upon the grave that we stand around
The ground silent like our souls
The pastor gives a beautiful service
Words I cannot hear
Not comprehending the message
But knowing it is felt within
I stand like a statue
Cold and silent and alone
Wondering if this is the moment
When I give up my human knowing
I throw soil onto your grave
Before the casket is lowered into the ground
And there stands an angel statue
Weeping for the tears I am unable to find
For if I let them fall freely
What emotions do I have left?
I hold on to the pain
As a way to hold on to you indefinitely
Not trusting my memories
To show the unvarnished truth
Putting our love on a pedestal
A shrine to better moments
Life carries on and on and on
It goes on despite our protestations
The pages of your book
Now halted for the ages
And I wonder what my time holds
Without you here in my life
Will my heart heal again
Or will I be forever frozen in this nightmare?
I walk away from your gravesite
The sight etched in my mind for good
The last words you said to me
A reminder that we talked
Of life and love and death
Of the future and hopes not realised
Now that your book is finished
I'll have to write chapters for you too
The snow blankets the ground
And I wish it could blanket me
The love and light that left your eyes
Like your soul left your human entity
One day I'll see you again
When Heaven brings me home
But until we are together there
I'll remember you in my soul
© Michelle Morris, 2022
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Michelle Morris
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