With Love, From Soul.

Those little words of compassion,
Passed on through my dead cold ears.
But I cannot behold your passion,
And thank you with hugs and tears.

I lay steady and calm,
None of my senses working.
But I can feel the warmth of your palm,
And can hear you crying.

I wanted to be with you,
Forever in your life.
For I couldn’t enjoy those days so few,
With my body under a hanging knife.

Please take care, I know you’re capable,
For all I can do now is to pray.
I don’t know if I am practically audible,
But I am sure that my words won’t go stray.

It’s time for me to rest,
So, don’t be upset about this loss,
I need to go now, it’s for my best,
I served my time, cheer up now and be your boss.