Hanging here together
You grab my hand
Hold it tight
I turn to you
And whisper
With my last few breathes
I love you
A tear runs down my face
As I take my last breath
The last thing I hear is
Your voice saying
I love you
Faintly I see a shinning light
Is it like you see in movies?
The light you walk into
Very quietly I hear a voice
Quick get them down
But it’s too late
You’re gone
I lay beside you
Holding your hand
Crying,
And telling you how much
I love you
Only if you could
Hold it out like me
Then we would be
Both sitting here
In the counselors room
telling this story together
