I never thought that when he said goodbye,
He meant goodbye forever.
But I knew it was true when his eyes silently closed,
his body giving a quick shiver,
and letting out a final breath,
creating a thin fog on my watch.
His skin turned pale.
Looking so untouched and beautiful,
The moon gently shone across his face,
As I watched him slip into heaven.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Goodbye...
Posted by Ana Cobana at 8:48 AM
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