As I Stand Here


Standing over his hard corpse

My eyes tear, full of remorse.


People tell me 'sorry, but it was his time'

They don't understand that he was mine.


Funeral is tomorrow

A day surely to be filled with sorrow.


Cards of sympathy

Overflow my porch boundary.


Memories pull me through

Athough sometimes I don't want to move.


Just in the blink of an eye

He has suddenly died.


I take a rose from his casket

I place it in my special basket.


I kill his flowered bouquet

Atop his body's decay.


My farewell

As he leaves Earth's hotel.


He enters God's everlasting home

A beautiful and permanent dome.


I open my eyes

as I realize

He is reunited with his loe

In heaven, way up above.


Although I miss him

I gain a whim

Of longing and desire

For him to walk the tightrope

From Earth's shadows

Into God's bright outflows.


As I stand here crying

Inside I am bathing.


In happiness

For he is now forever ageless.


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