Why are you here?
Not that I’m sad you came!
If you’re here…
Then you’re not there.
Am I making any sense?

I lived my life.
And I lived it well.
Those stories…
All the adventures!
The anecdotes I could tell!

But you wouldn’t hear.
My mouth is dumb.
My tongue stuck,
Incapable of words.
Just my luck.

Yet still you stand.
Those fingers that I know,
Yet still gentle…
As they once were,
When you first held my hand.

But you should leave.
Even if I’m sorry that you go.
If you’re here…
You’re not there!
It seems mad I know.

But when you’re there,
Then so am I!
Meeting new people,
Exploring soil not trod,
Unknown around the bend!

See did I not tell you?
I’m sure that I did?
I never truly lived life.
Was hiding in the dark.
Until I felt your kiss!

So go and tell new people,
All about your wife,
She met you one afternoon,
Down some dusty lane
And found fresh life.

Please don’t stop living
Just because I’m gone.
You see
I’m still hanging in here
Not yet quite ready,
Prepared to move on.

Then when its time
For you to bid farewell.
I’ll meet you halfway.
We’ll take the trip together
And speak of how we lived life,
How we lived it well.
And all those things I forgot?
We’ll have forever to tell.

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