Three nights ago, before going to sleep, I said to myself I wanted to write a poem to help people who have lost a loved one.
I woke up with the following poem ready to be written.
(I suppose that's where the term 'sleep on it' comes from).
Together
by Gavin
Whyte
So it
is my hope that you believe;
But
death is not the end,
It's
just the way it's perceived.
And I
know we said it wasn't fair,
We had
so many plans,
And
life didn't seem to care.
Every
breath is planned by our host.
We
were together, love,
And
that's what mattered the most.
Time
will become a thing of the past.
Eternity
as one,
Me,
you, together at last.
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