By E.M
Imagine…
I see you in a garden of roses.
I get to hug you, to kiss you.
I get to tell you about my day.
I get to sit and chat with you.
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
Imagine…
Us eating our favourite snacks.
You telling me about the things you did, what you found out.
The endless advice, as well as your tears.
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
Imagine…
A line to where you are right now.
A line where I can come see you.
A line where it doesn’t feel so far and impossible.
A line where it doesn’t hurt when I see your face or hear your voice
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
Imagine…
A life where death didn’t rush you.
A life where I get to really speak to you one last time.
A life where I get to hear you say “I love you”.
A life where you play with my hair, worry when I’m sick, take care of me with so much love and tenderness.
Wouldn’t it be lovely?
Imagine…
Seeing you in my dreams.
Giving me one last hug.
One last talk.
That would be lovely.
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