I'd Go

by Christy   Jul 28, 2021


If I died and could choose where to go
I’d choose to lie next to you as you sleep,
Kiss you again as you wake…
And I’d drag my feet along your shin like always.
I’d lie on your chest and listen to the hum of your breathing,
And the snore buried beneath your rib cage.
But this time, I won’t complain.
If I died and had to go,
I’d dance with you before fading into the white background noise.
I’d inhale your scent one last time,
And I’d pray to leave imprints of us behind,
Knowing that the memories of us would soothe your soul.
When I die and I have to go,
I’ll be sure to lock hands with you
to remember the essence of your touch.
And I’ll hold on to the lines of your face
and the sweetness wrapped in your voice.
Because when I die, I’ll have to go
And I won’t be able to take you with me.
And though the memories of us won’t be as strong as having me here,
Just know that you have always had every part of me,
Even when death comes to take me away.

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  • 3 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    A really bittersweet poem, but I read it to, as, not a refusal of death, but acceptance of it when it's your time. And that you will still hold and cherish every part of your love.

    "And I’d pray to leave imprints of us behind,"

    ^ I love this line, that desire to leave memories and evidence behind of your love. Knowing that even if there's nothing tangible still there, it will not die out. It's not going to be extinguished in death.

    I see this piece too as a realization that death does not try to be the enemy; it simply is what it is, sometimes I see it as indifferent, and it's up to the person reflecting on it to make of it what they can. Don't hold on to life with grudges and regret and denial, but realize the beauty and purity in what was had.

    • 2 years ago

      by Christy

      Wow! It’s so refreshing to have another person see and feel what I do. Thanks!

      I’m late. I don’t usually check this site often anymore.

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