Those are the moments
when face down in a puddle of tears
When time fades away revealing peace
And sanctity once again
Those are the memories,
Pictures held dearly, smiles errupting from their
Characters.
When voices softly spoken in comfort, whisper
still in the night air...
Those are the loved
That lay in perfect form beneath the earth,
Lush flowers and grass growing to compliment
their lives here.
Those are the lost,
That have no mark upon the world,
Names not written in books with yellowed
Pages, no pen can scribe their stories...
All are the missed
When 730 days go by.. and nothing
Has changed. When will you come to me
Again? Shall my eyes ever see yours
visit me, I whisper upon a prayer...
Those are the moments.
Author notes
A spontaneous write reflecting where my heart has been for the past week, so dearly missing the loved, and forever lost.
Please tell me what thoughts and emotions this poem brings
Comments
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Beautiful! this made me cry! my best friend died to cancer a year ago and this made me think of him! i love this!
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