Falling to the ground
In slow motion
I watch the light leave your eyes
The hope leave my mind
And the matter of our days
Fade into nothingness.
Into silence
I see the years we left behind,
The pictures, the projects
The kids that will never be
-No grandsons in our backyard.
This is the oldest we'll ever get
The haviest we'll ever sorrow
The furtherst this road leads
Before it bisects
In our separate griefs.
There was just to much light
To much sun
It was just indeed so very bright
Our hearts could only have blistered.
It was nobody's fault.
We just needed a little shade.
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