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On that Shore


It still feels like dream,
Like it never happened,
But it did.
I still feel the emptiness,
The pain,
The loss,
And the numbness.
I hear a laugh and I just remember,
How much joy yours brought.
I see the fallen leaves,
And I think you left too fast,
I think you were still meant to see more,
You were still meant to see the sun shine and the flowers bloom.

An amazing person you were,
Always there to help,
You shared my ups and my downs,
You anchored me firmly and strongly.
But I guess God needed you more,
And I cannot ask Him why,
No matter how much I want to.
I do believe you are up there somewhere,
In a good place singing with angels.
I am jealous they get to enjoy your light,
While I am stuck here missing you.

From where the sun now stands,
I am glad I knew you,
I am happy you lived,
I am happy that you were happy.

I hope that at the beginning of my end,
When my west gets amber-tinted,
I will see you again,
On that shore so bright.






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