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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1672691
I died but my love lived on.
Someday, you will read this.
Try not to miss
me too much. I had to leave.
Please don't grieve,
let me go home.
I was not made to roam
from shore to shore
from door to door.
I know you think of me.
Even now you hope to see
the face you once knew.
What can I do?
What can I say?
I treasured every day
we shared..
the times we cared.
For now, I watch you from above.
My heart overflows with love.
Forgive me for my wrong.
No matter how long
it takes, I'll wait for you.
The years were so few.
Even now I think
(of you) and tears come to the brink
of my eyes. Hold on.
We belong
together, you and I.
My love, don't cry.
I long to touch
your face so much,
to wipe your tears,
chase away your fears.
We're halfway there.
If you truly care
don't let go.
Even though
you can no longer hear my voice
you'll always be my choice.
My heart is in your hand.
I'll dream, my love, at night..and
when you fall asleep
my spirit you shall keep
wrapped wiithin your heart.
Two apart
yearning to be whole
again one soul.
For now, I fly
amidst the sky.
Waiting..always waiting.
Forever contemplating.
May your days be good.
I'd be there if I could
at least for now
remember me somehow.
As always my sweet,
you live in my heartbeat.
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