The Passing
There was a beginning to this end.I walked through the streets, the thoughts throughout my head.
In the wake of the night, I hear for one it was the end.
Into my sleep, I was there holding her hand to the end.
She looked in my eyes and could not speak.
I heard every word without her voice speaking at all.
She told me to be strong even though she could not speak.
I spoke to her and she heard me speak.
To whom all the women I have Loved.
To one it is I feel this way.
To my mother, the life you gave me, you I have always Loved.
In the end the one's hurt, were the ones Loved.
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