The walls of the world started melting around me
colors dripping, Slip-Sliding,
drowning.
Imminent death,
an alarm silently sounding
somewhere within me.
This was it, my sign to MOVE.
On a random Tuesday afternoon
colors dripping, Slip-Sliding,
drowning.
Imminent death,
an alarm silently sounding
somewhere within me.
This was it, my sign to MOVE.
On a random Tuesday afternoon
I sat at a table,
Four faces closed in fast,
trapping me like some sort of feral cat
My instincts told me flee or fight
My purpose had been served
Little did I know he might
Leave this world, so soon
On a random Tuesday afternoon
Four faces closed in fast,
trapping me like some sort of feral cat
My instincts told me flee or fight
My purpose had been served
Little did I know he might
Leave this world, so soon
On a random Tuesday afternoon
“No matter what happens, I’ll love you forever.“
He pleaded to my eyes
As we stood in the garden’s
He pleaded to my eyes
As we stood in the garden’s
sleepy dusky light
He saw my soul, while most looked through
Even when he reached for the wrong…
Sugar and soup.
On a random Tuesday afternoon
He saw my soul, while most looked through
Even when he reached for the wrong…
Sugar and soup.
On a random Tuesday afternoon
Some days time and softness lingered
paint smudged nose and dried on fingers
He’d come to me in dreams
and knew I saw him, too
Whispered softly in my ear, “I dream of you”.
He showed me beauty, how to be alive
aware he was closer to the other side
We watched the birds fly and sing their tune
On a random Tuesday afternoon
paint smudged nose and dried on fingers
He’d come to me in dreams
and knew I saw him, too
Whispered softly in my ear, “I dream of you”.
He showed me beauty, how to be alive
aware he was closer to the other side
We watched the birds fly and sing their tune
On a random Tuesday afternoon
I suppose it was only one week later
It happened so swiftly
I couldn’t be there
I dreamed his name was no longer on his door.
Where we stood closely just a while before.
I heard the news like a knife
The same day of my dream is when he passed into new life
This too was a gift, I would learn soon
On a random Tuesday afternoon.
It happened so swiftly
I couldn’t be there
I dreamed his name was no longer on his door.
Where we stood closely just a while before.
I heard the news like a knife
The same day of my dream is when he passed into new life
This too was a gift, I would learn soon
On a random Tuesday afternoon.
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