Our last moments with each other are fleeting
Our memories fluttering like leaves in the snow
Our tears fall down like the raindrops
That dare to mar this show
Our affection seeps out of every pore
Our words leaching into the very bone
Our feelings of pure friendship
Are being ripped out and thrown
In this garden of angels
There are joys not quite yet sewn
The beauty of remembrance
The euphoria of being known
And with the knowledge of the tide being changed
And our lives thrown into disarray
Hearken to me when I tell you this
Hark! When I say
You will not be forgotten
And I will not forget
The purpose of this passing year
The purpose for which I met
The person for which I care and revere
The person for whom I fret
The person who brings soil to my hesitation
Hesitation to reset
Upon this mountain of shattered glass
Upon this motion you've set
We may now part for a minute
But it is a minute I will never forget
Up until this point we have succeeded
But now that my path is once again unclear, I fret
And just because I'm losing you
I will not abstain from those I've met
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
