If you are gone and I am left
or else the other way—
if one is, of a love, bereft
to face the break of day,
then one heart wakes to God’s own light;
the glorious unfurled,
and one, the bitter end of night;
a cold and lonely world.
Which one of us will live alone?
My love, what does it matter?
With one name etched in marble stone
the other’s heart will shatter.
~ © 2006 By: W.D. Neighbors ~
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