Death Won't Have the Last Word

 I am a ghost, for time

means nothing in my mind

one day you’ll read these words,

but I’ll be in the hearse.

You’ll read this at my grave

my words won’t bring me back

I want to live forever

not whisper through this crack.

You’ll cry because you miss me

I cry because I miss you

I’m crying down through history

Does someone have a tissue?

I’ll always hold you in my heart

As memories disappear

I know you’re crying that I’m gone,

I’m laughing ‘cause I’m here.

I’ll always be with you.

Samantha Jayne Frost