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My Last Day

As a new morning and the day is breaking  
On the far horizon will you remember me?
I hope you do not forget me my darling as  
I know my time on this big earth is coming  
 
To an end and I am free from the aching  
Pain. I am drifting closer to the vast sea’s
Shoreline. I am following the tiny compass  
As I could hear the monotonous humming  
 
And I feel way closer to home. I know that
We will be reunited some day as the days
And the nights are filled with promises or
Dreams. In these final moments it is just
 
Us as we are lying on our backs on the flat
Rooftop, looking at the stars as the rays
Of sunshine are gone. We cannot ignore  
That this is what built our love and trust.
 
I know this is what forever is supposed to  
Be like. Being here in this moment with
You is all I ever wanted, but god is calling
My name as he beckons me to the white
 
Heavens. I paint my name across the blue
Sky as you smile, thinking of me. A myth
I formulated in my head about crawling
On all fours to be able to survive or fight  
 
Is fading into the background as I did all
I could to feel fulfilled so I do not depart
With regrets. I said I would never leave
You so I am staying right here as the sun
 
Rises the next day. Down all the hallways
You can still hear my voice. In your heart
You can still feel my presence. You grieve
My absence with your hand on the gun,
 
Loaded with enough ammunition to feel
At peace, but I vow that we will see each  
Each other again when it is your turn next,
But god is not yet ready to watch you exit
 
Stage left. Darling, you are made of steel,
Ready to withstand any storm. You preach
All positivity as your world, so perplexing  
And messy was falling apart. Feel velvet
 
Within your hands because that is what
You were to me, softness in a world filled
With rough edges. Your smile is always so
Radiant as it is something I will remember
 
You by as my darling, you are a clear cut
Above the rest. Our love that was killed
Before it could grow into full bloom or flow  
Into existence came back with its ember.
Written by eswaller
Published | Edited 26th Jul 2020
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Entry for Last Day competition.
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