Until We Meet Again

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It would be our last meeting until he joined me.

He took my pale hand

Gently

He kissed the back,

Bid me a goodbye

Soon after,

I knew it was my time to leave.

I felt something pulling me away.

I followed it.

And I left him

There were tears on his face 

He stood next to the upturned Earth

My final resting place.

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