The End Of It

Just when the sun sets.
Just when it seems the day is over.
Just as I close my eyes.
Suddenly they open again.

The voice rushes through my head.
I can not find it so I can not understand it.
My life flashes brightly in front of my eyes.
I jump up to sit on the side of the bed.

I look around the room.
There is no one there but me.
There is no speaker.
There are no pictures.
There is just me.

I fold my arms moaning.
I look at what I have written.
Then I hear the voice.
The one from long ago.

Yet, it seems different this time.
And even now it is not clear.
I look down to the floor.
No, tears do I have.

For in my life I have lost many things.
And in my life I have watched people die.
Yet the thought of you confuses my mind.
Taken from life so soon seems impossible to me.

But as day breaks you are joined by another.
And then my heart is heavy and I begin to weep.
Only then does the pain start.
Only then does the morning start.

Never again will I say this.
Never again will I try.
And when the day is over.
I will dream of you again.

And that will be the end of it.
The moment you were taken away.

To my dear friend with Love.
Cindy Gayle (Moffatt) Gilliam
Oct. 7 1954 to April 17 2013

And to my life long Friend
Tonia Dee (Wilson) Miller
 September 20, 1952 to April 29, 2013

May they rest in peace.


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