Don’t get sad that I am gone.
Don’t miss me at the dinner table.
Don’t wait for me to leave you signs.
Don’t look for me in the dusky skies.
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I am in the tears you shed at night.
I am in the cup of tea you sip alone.
I am in the walking stick you hold on to.
I am in the air. I am in the oblivion.
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Don’t think twice before you laugh.
Don’t feel guilty for not recalling me.
Don’t remove colors from your life.
Don’t hesitate to find another pillar.
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I am in the smiles of your dancing lips.
I am in the memories of your future.
I am in the rainbow of your favorite showers.
I am in the warmth of sun. I am in the light of stars.
My first linkup with dVerse – the Poets Pub 🙂 The prompt given by Grace is to write from the perspective of the dead man (or woman). I have drawn inspiration from seeing one of my favourite couples being each other’s strength – in life and death.
This fits perfectly with the Photo Prompt #40 hosted at mindlovemisery’s menagerie. Every time I see my grandma, these words resonate and now this picture also fits so perfectly.
An Armchair Perfectionist 