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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Emotional · #988714
Dedicated to all the victims of the London atrocities July 7th 2005.
We kiss goodbye as if we are parting for ever,
Married two weeks, I know that I could never
Be apart from you, in you I have a soulmate
For a husband, it’s destiny, it’s meant, it’s fate.

Lingering looks as we both step back apart,
I leave the house, a sense of loss in my heart.
I climb to the top of the bus, it draws away,
I want to run downstairs, jump off, but I stay.

It’s back to work after a fortnight’s honeymoon,
It really hurts to be apart, it seems far too soon.
The girl next to me is staring into distant space,
Startlingly beautiful, her mask-like unsmiling face.

I look out of the window at the side by the aisle,
Wonder about her sad look, eyes that don’t smile,
She moves closer, our brown eyes meet, I start,
Oh God! Is that a bomb? Then we’re blown apart.

I look around surprised for there is no one there,
Walk to where there stands, a solitary, central chair,
I sit alone, I am inside a small, white-walled room,
I’m all in white, am I a bride, where is the groom?

I feel the words, "you died in such a dramatic way,
We set you apart, to adjust to your heavenly stay."
Then I hear His Voice, a beautiful calming voice,
Come with me now, I rise, go, I have no choice.
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