PassingA Poem by Amelia SailcionStill sleeping, And than his last breath or air was gone, Like that. They woke me, Explained. Gone was forever than, Every second crawled like slugs. We went to see him. His body lay in the casket, But he was gone. I couldn't since him there, It was strange. I was like the empty body and the whole that would be filled with casket. So we left. All that was left was our memories and the casket that held the place he once stayed.
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