I look to the colors of memories,
Staring at the smiles of past,
Filling the heart With Heaviness.
Imagining your last breathe,
With eons of sadness.
Cancer stealing the life from your eyes,
It’s the weakness of human anatomy that I despise.
As if living through the world war wasn’t enough,
You had a war all of your own.
The guiding hand of my childhood,
The music to my dance,
I wish I had one last chance,
To say goodbye.
To hold your frail body in embrace.
To wipe the tears from your eyes.
Your lighthouse went out.
But our sea is still there,
Full of the color of our memories.
The taste of salt in the air,
Seems too much to bear,
Without you here.
Knowing this was inevitable,
Makes it that much harder.
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