| You are dying as I breathe, losing ground with each minute. I wait, helpless, listening to your slowing heartbeat in my baffled mind. I am here, alone with my thoughts. While you lay in a hospital bed, surrounded by strangers. What do they know of us? Promises we made, hearts and arms entwined. Once upon a time, we wrote a storybook. and love was ours. Happy days and blissful years, we brought babies into our world. Dreams and hopes, soft whispers and making love, into the night we traveled. Memories are all I have from the days of you and me. God called your name first and so, someday, we'll meet again when my heart stops to beat. ------------------------------ This was written by me on April 24th, 2 days before Frank left this world. I will miss him. |
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| Where your ashes will lay |
| Happy days-1989 |