Quietly Waiting

by Emily Wacker   May 23, 2015


As everything slowly dies away,
and all I see is your face dimming at my bedside,
I think I'll miss you,
as I know you will miss me,
I am soon going to see the people I've missed,
so, I guess when it's your turn,
I will see you then.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Wandering Lost

    Death as a temporary separation, death as a reuniting. :) It is a wonderful idea. Death as the beginning and ending of missing.

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