Her Final Word of Goodbye

She is joy,

She is happiness,

She is warmth;
Larger than and
full of life;

No trace of sadness,

Death is nowhere 
in sight whenever 
she's around.

Do you still remember me?

Do you still remember me?

Over and over she kept on asking

When we met again after many years;

So i told her "how can i forget you?

You sang one of my songs".

"Your singing is one 
of my closest companions;

In my lonely hours i have you,

Reminding me of the past,

Reminding me of you." 


Oh,Some truth are 
better left unsaid;

Sometimes it is less painful 
for the truthful to lie;
And at times, all it takes 
is a song, a single soul, 
or a moment in time
for all the memories
that we want to forget
to come back.

And i should had told her,

"How can i forget you?

Had i not desire to have you?

Had I not desire to call you mine?

Is that what you want me to say?"

But i guess she knows, 

for i am not a good liar;

Specially when lying involves 

those that are in my heart;

And usually what i 
can't say in words

is revealed by my action 
and by my eyes;

Do you still remember me?

Do you still remember me?

"Why did you keep on asking 

that same question" I asked:

Alone in the chat i confronted her;

"As if you are a tough guy" i teased her;

"I did it on purpose." she said, 

"so that you will not forget me..."

Those are the last words 

that i heard from her;

She kept the last verse to herself, 

for maybe She had enough of my truth, and 

She doesn't want to read me cry;

I heard these actual last words of her

the day she passed away, 

on her final goodbye:

"..for I am dying, 

and soon I will be gone;"
she said.

As we get older, 
death became rampant,

the reminding more frequent,
the visit more recurring, 
the pain more binding; 
As if Death is saying,
"I am just somewhere around,

be prepared, be ready, 
you are next."

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