Death

We spoke before, my dearly departed.
I’d turn my head before you got started.
Black is what I see instead of you.
An image of your voice melts the tip of my tongue.
A polished casket and a headstone replaced the person I knew.
Life lessons and long talks told me I’d come ahead of you.
What’s better off; we left unsaid.
When my existence fades into a picture, I’ll see you again.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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