Some relationships thrive, others die. And some of these deaths leave behind ghosts and echoes that recall the past to us. And just as I have these ghosts dogging my footsteps, I suppose I could be a ghost to another. If I am, This is what I'd like to say.....
Esp. to a dear niece lost to life; on turning 18...
Goodbye old friend,
I hope you think of me no more.
And I hope that time will heal your pain,
And sooth what now feels sore.
Goodbye sweet times;
I will look back no more,
With either guilt or fondness.
For it seems your wounds
are all healed up,
And you have found your Bliss.
... And like a ghost
Set a-free
By a mind's moving on;
I shall pass
From your memory,
And melt into the dawn.
Esp. to a dear niece lost to life; on turning 18...
Goodbye old friend,
I hope you think of me no more.
And I hope that time will heal your pain,
And sooth what now feels sore.
Goodbye sweet times;
I will look back no more,
With either guilt or fondness.
For it seems your wounds
are all healed up,
And you have found your Bliss.
... And like a ghost
Set a-free
By a mind's moving on;
I shall pass
From your memory,
And melt into the dawn.
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