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Mournful tears fall as each memory of you still plays in my mind

Lying in our bed, my pillow streaked from mascara and tears

It’s the scent of your aftershave lingering on the sheets.

How can I live alone in our once happy home?

Now only filled with sadness and despair

Crystal figurines cast dancing prisms on the walls

Tables adorned with funeral flowers lining the hall

The Angel of death has taken your mortality

And this is the life I’m condemned to without you here

Distraught and suicidal, I just sit and stare

No one to love me…no one to care

It’s been four days without you by my side

Yet it seems much longer since you departed

I remember each action as the Angel called your name

Your life escaping at his command, leaving nothing within

I replay each step over and over in my mind

If only I could have stopped him, if only it wasn’t time.

I was awakened by your body as you fell to the floor

I leapt up to see what made the dreadful noise

Crawling to be with you till your life faded away

I held you in my arms and kissed your tear soaked face

Drifting in between here and there

I repeated “I Love you” and hoped you could hear.

I have to leave to be with you my love

I can’t be in this life and live all alone

Pretty little pills of bright coloration

Take away my pain and lonely isolation

Falling into dreamland towards my end I walk

I hear your voice in the distance guiding me on

The tone I hear is begging, but to whom do you speak?

I’m almost there my love, our separation is now brief

“Take me Home” you’re begging from one I cannot see

And the closer I get, the farther you are from me

I say “Here I am, I am here to be with you”

As I reach the cavern a flash of fire I see

Then you’re gone as for your hand I reached

Screaming obscenities to the heavens above

The Death Angel laughing on his high throne

Falling to my knees as I loose you once again

Pleading for understanding from those who are here

A cloaked being approaches and I rise to my feet

And from his twisted lips he spoke the following words:

“A quite unruly fellow was he that just left

He refused to do as ask and only wanted to go back

A purpose and reason we have for taking each soul

But he refused to understand and pleaded to go

One extension we may grant every 100 years

So we sent him back from whence he came

Now he must live 40 more years from this day”

He pointed his finger and before me was a book

Each one of our names pre-printed as he knew

He knew…the exact time and day we are meant to die

My hands numb and shivering I picked up the pen

Suicide I had chosen yet there was my time

The day and hour corresponding to when I took my life

I now understand what Death had in mind

Searching the names I find what I seek

It’s your name my love…

It had been our destiny to die…..within the same week.