Thursday, June 8, 2017

Eleven Years

You died on a Thursday 
The ocean swallowed me whole
And I gasped for air
As you laid there with none left in you 

But I wasn't there 


Before your eyes closed a piece of my soul,
You were passing the time by dreaming
Not ready to leave
Not ready for what was to come 

And I wish I'd stayed with you


As your chest heaved

Up went the swell of it  
And down went the fall of us 
A final beat and my heart broke

And I should have been there


But, you died on a Thursday

Without me

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