I'm going to see you one last time
I'm going to see your face
But you're not there, and you never were
It's been a while since you left this place
So why do I ponder making this trip
Why am I so unsure?
Is it because I know, I'm just viewing a corpse
With a love so whole and pure?
(That it can't feel, or know of, or want
Or hope to reciprocate.)
Because your body is there
Dressed in that dress
You wore when we were sixteen
But the person I knew and loved so well
Is nowhere to be seen.
So why do I feel I should visit your body?
When it's no longer breathing or warm
I don't think it will help to calm me
Or settle this emotional storm.
I'm going to see you one last time
I'm going to see your face
(Or am I?)
About the Creator
Sophia Merici
Opening the door to my mind and hoping to help people along the way.
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