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Too Far For Comfort (repost)

 
How do I say it any better
To offer some insight in an after death love letter
To commemorate and honor the memory of you
As wisdom pleads with my footsteps
To transcend these words and let them become what I do

Enough about me and my reflection
You're an unseen sight to behold
Caught on a thought as I attempt to utter your brilliance

Anything beautiful and the only thing worth mentioning in me
Is the fact that I'm just the offspring of your undying legacy

Surely you are still alive in me
As I think to reminisce on what you'll miss
When I long for you in this eclipse
This sorrow is the obstruction of my happiness
When I'm caught up in the absence of your presence
The residual hold of your embrace's resonance

Too far for comfort, and nothing I say can offer console
Misconceptions of imperfect perspectives
It was never part of the plan
As we factor in these years that death stole
Slowly you slip from my grasp as I let go of your hand

We dreamt our lives to realize our hopes
And take the pictures of an almost perfect day

Yet I feel the weight of phone calls unmade
And sentimental gallery walls full of photographs you'll never see
For weddings, grandchildren, and the reconstruction of a blended family
When all is forgiven and we defeat the separation with the joy
What I would give for just one more memory

If only you had the opportunity to know my wife a little better
If only she knew you beyond just a single encounter and after death love letter

I'm supposed to smile and dwell on the fact
That you're in a place where there is no pain
Yet even as you live in a realm where the sun always shines
I'm still trying to find shelter from this place of inner rain

And I can't help but think of what it took
All you lost and all you got back in return
After you invested your life in our smiles

When love is a lesson that goes beyond the book
And a language I'm still trying to learn
On this side of heaven beyond the matter of mere miles

None of this was a part of the plan
When death is a last resort to heal
I wanted to see you recover and I tried to believe
I only see you in a dream, how can this be real?

Losing sight of the stars, eyes fallen
When gravity robs my vision of light
I try to maintain perspective
But in all honesty, I'm not alright...
cloventongue89
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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For mom (39)
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