Gone but not forgotten

Gone but not forgotten

A Poem by Xavier Honre

Death can be a beautiful thing.


As I lay here,
Colors fade,
And the warmth of your touch grazes my arm.

You're soft and warm,
Welcoming yet humble,
And you call to me-- you call my name-- tonight.

I long to follow you,
To lay in your arms,
And feel the slightest touch of comfort.

But I think of my family,
My friends and my life,
And a second thought takes it's place.

But I've been here long,
I've seen many things go,
And I'm not afraid to follow in line.

I just wish it were simple,
Easy to decide,
And not quite so painful inside.

As I lay here,
I hear a voice
And it tells me it's okay to go.

It says "I love you,
I'll miss you a lot
And I'll never be mad that you left."

With those simple words,
I took hold of your hand
And not once have I ever looked back.

© 2009 Xavier Honre

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Wow i love it... a wonderful poem the flow was beautiful.
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Xavier Honre
Xavier Honre

I'm in the little place in the back of my head where I rediscovered my inspiration!, OH

I'm back! Sorry I've been gone so long, I've been occupied. But I'm back and I've got writings to share! I'm working on posting all of my poems since I haven't been on in months so bear with me! .. more..


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