Paige Scott - The Parting

I remember the look on his dear face as he told me “I love you.”
I can see myself, heartbroken, saying that I loved him too.

I remember that I held his hand while he whispered “Goodbye, dear.”
I remember that I said “Don’t leave, ” and bedewed his face with tears.

I remember that he kissed my hands before he closed his eyes.
I looked up after he left me, for he left me for the skies.

I remember sitting by the bed, while he was dead and cold.
I remember feeling suddenly that I was strained and old.

I remember touching the dear, cold face, beholding the way he’d been.
I said out loud that I loved him—as much as I loved him then.

The funeral day then came around; and there I said goodbye.
I kissed his head; said, “I love you.” Yet, I did not even cry.

I knew I’d see him again someday, when I joined him in the air.
I know he’s happier with the Lord; and one day, I’ll meet him there.

Paige Scott

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