Picture of Janie

Picture of Janie

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The End

You know it is dead
When there is nothing left to speak.

Conversations are empty
Only talk of the weather
or what we had to eat.

No more sweet words to whisper
Or hear in my ears
Only longs pauses
And breaths of despair.

No more energy to rise up
From this sea of death.
One more gasp for air
And I'll put this thing to rest.

I'll return to bring you flowers
And kiss the earth above you
Only to remember those
Sweet things of our past.