Thursday, August 20, 2015

Vigil for a Best Friend











I sat as you lay dying tonight,
Waiting for your last word…
It was in the end, a faint weak gasp;
The only sound I heard.

I hoped to find some wisdom;
A revelation in that last breath…
It was exactly as you’d warned me.
There is nothing after death.

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