Death

October 18, 2011

As they slowly walk into the room, they see it.
They don’t know what to do but morn.
Walking down to the grave next to the hearse, seeing them lower it.
Remembering the good times you had.
Not wanting to let go.
Crying and morning for it, knowing it is gone now, forever.
Never wanting to look back.
Always thinking of the day that he died.
Never going to forget the day.



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