when there's no word
no wishes,
no hellos,
no goodbyes,
there's only nonexistence...
that's all...
except
there's music...
music is in her world,
music is immortal.
His music exists
after the "this isn't the end"
goodbye,
Reminding her
he was real,
not an imaginary friend,
not a dream.
"Long may it continue,"
he said,
If only she knew,
if his words were true.
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2 comments:
That is actually very nice...It quite describes what I am thinking
thank u....i think i'll add more to it.
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