Painful memories in your eyes
Buried secrets kept inside
Hands stained from age
Restless thoughts of yesterday

So many things to tell you
Our time is slipping away
But it won’t be long now
And you’ll be called to the stage

Faded photographs in albums
Showing what you used to be
Memories, hopes, and dreams
Tied together in knots of tears

Light the way back home
I’d follow you anywhere
When we finally get there
Hearts will start to heal

Holding your old hands
To share the strength
Overwhelmed with guilt
And anger toward our fate

The cure is worse than the disease
What’s there to say in times like these
Knowing you’re going to a better place
Brings a relieved smile to my face.

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A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 01-05-21