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Until we meet again... |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Thursday, 17 July 2008 | |
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Roses in a vase made of clay the only pleasant thing about this day. May He Rest Today, I hear them say.
I sit quietly at my husband's grave, I am forever trying to be brave, Even though he I could not save.
I will always remember you, Tom, my love, and you may watch me from above, My beautiful, glorious, dove.
You will always be my soul mate, even through the years I have to wait, I know you'll come back through fate.
I'll see you again, I'll try and remember you til then Your going to come back, but I don't know when.
I love you more than I can say, Even as I weep today, I hope that this pain will go away.
*in the pov of a 1940s wife, waiting for her husband to return to her, even though hes dead* Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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