Thursday, July 19, 2018

Death was kind..

And the day appeared when the death was kind..
She told she’ll be returning, while you take your own sweet time..
Take a moment to gasp, ponder and breathe,
What’s been missing all these years and what’s more beneath..

I give you more mornings to feel the air..
Express the love and memories you shared.

But later when the dusk arrives..
the threatened soul, the relentless effort strives..
the last battle was won, but we lost this war.. 
She didn’t say a word, but loosened the reins on her pale white horse..
The unsaid words and some untold stories still remain.. 
cremated and gone but yet not gone.. 
Living it everyday.. down the memory lane..

Dated: July 2016

No comments: