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).
by Gavin Whyte
I never thought I would say this,
So it is my hope that you believe;
But death is not the end,
It's just the way it's perceived.
We always dreaded that moment,
And I know we said it wasn't fair,
We had so many plans,
And life didn't seem to care.
But now I understand, you see,
Every breath is planned by our host.
We were together, love,
And that's what mattered the most.
We will pick up where we left off;
Time will become a thing of the past.
Eternity as one,
Me, you, together at last.