Death is the end of a life as we know-
But we don't fully know what awaits.
The result could be sweet; it could be mellow/
I guess we just have to wait and see.I wish I had a second chance
I wish I said goodbye-
All I thought about was the sign on your hospital dorm-
"Isolation" was a thought so sad; a meaning so vast/
I wish I could go back just to see your face.
I know everything is changing-
I know people move on
But what if I don't want to, because you seem to grow so distant in my memories?
What if one day I wake up, and I don't remember you?
I dread that day in this moment, I want you to be back here/
But wait for me, I beg, remember me when I see you-
I promise we'll meet again, on that beach that you loved;
I won't take too long, and even if I do,
Remember that spot that we used to love-
I will meet you there.
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In the Wake of a Morning Light
Short StoryMy collection of poems and thoughts that I thought I'd publish because I am painstakingly narcissistic.