What Will Never Be

June 9, 2011
By Flouter GOLD, Chicago, Illinois
Flouter GOLD, Chicago, Illinois
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Tears stream down my face

As I think of what will never be

For when you died and left me behind

To my heart, you stole the key



Today I saw you one last time

I knelt beside your head

I'd wished I'd told you of my love

Before cancer took you instead



If only you could've seen it all

In your hand was placed a rose

Your face was sheer perfection

Frozen in its permanent pose



I'll never forget your burial

As you sank beneath the grass

My heart became unfixable

Destroyed, like shattered glass


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