steep verge
You’ve known me for too much —
to paint, to laugh, to scribble and cry,
as my hands grew weaker… smoothly ticking by.
You begged me to pass.
“I can’t wait to grow father.”
But you didn’t know that meant we’d grow farther.
You’ll look back and cry.
Though I’ll always be with you —
you just can’t take me with you.
I picked you up and spun you.
We wish we could do it…just one more time
you wish to spin me back.
You didn’t know what I was to you.
But now you know… I was everything.
And my years are over.
It’s okay. I pass. I always was.
You just didn’t know — until I was gone.
Maybe it’s time. Kiss me goodbye.
Slowly… let the tear drop from your eye.
Embrace me, the last time you can,
because now — our years are over.
You can still paint, laugh, and scribble.
Weep, if you must.
I loved you. And you loved me —
you just didn’t know how much.
But our years are over.
You must go.
I must stay.
So here. Take my hands.
Take them.
Feel them.
Remember them — one last time.
Each sound they made. Their jolts and their shakes.
Each dot and dash in my face.
I love you. Don’t cry.
You knew me well.
You just couldn’t see it.
You could never see me — but my hands…
Use them all you’d like.
But know —
soon, I’ll be signing you goodbye.
Simply because… our years are over.
But don’t cry.
There’ll be more. Just not with me.
I love you.
So wish me goodnight.
My love…goodbye
(Tell me. How did this make you feel? Did it make you think of one of your own personal experiences? In case you’re wondering what this is actually about, it’s about the clock saying goodbye to me as I graduate. It was supposed to communicate how I felt. I felt nervous sad, but I was happy I was graduating. But I knew I’d miss the experience. Did I succeed in communicating that? Intended the reader to understand me by projecting their own experiences In order to provoke the same emotion)
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