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Going to the otherside |
The bridge Sitting next to you with my hand in yours You try to squeeze with all of your might Your inability to verbalize Neither of us saying a word Both weakened by your Earth bound plight Seeming to desire the closeness of a loved one Hoping it is quieting your soul Wondering if holding my hand is impeding your forward progress Are there any familiar souls on the other side for you to see? Is the light so bright you can't see them It appears that you are waiting for direction Fear of the unknown maybe your impedance of crossing Awaiting for the last breath Is it quiet where you are? I do not want to let your hand go Fearing you will cross and I will never see you again Crossing the bridge will mean it will be the last time I will ever be able hold your hand Also being the last time I can say - I love you 18 lines |