Slowing Heartbeat
December 30, 2022
I see your face in the sky.
Please just come back one more time.
Love only comes and goes.
My love for you just couldn’t show.
We miss you; we miss you and so much more.
You said you would be here forever; you swore.
You kneeled to the floor and prayed to God.
“My time is up; my life is a fraud.”
He took your soul peacefully at night.
And without a fright, you said, “Alright.”
Your hand turned cold, too cold to hold.
Your funeral will be filled, filled with people you love.
Please come back and return as a dove.
When we look at the stars, we think of you.
We love you; we miss you; I hope you knew.
You didn’t fear death; you had no fear at all.
You thought about life with no tears to bawl.
You knew it was time to go, but the colors inside you still showed.
I wish I could’ve seen you before you died.
It felt like getting stabbed in the gut as I cried.
If God never took you, you would still be here.
I’m glad he did, but my love for you never disappeared.