the long hand stretches
turns a tick
heads downwards
taking us all with it
when you die i’ll come visit you
he once said to me
love me while i’m here
i told him
the hand moves slowly
and deliberately
pointing to a place
that is unknown
the good go to heaven
she said
bad people burn in hell
i replied
i know
i know
so i live a life by a book
of rules
written by old men
and me not knowing
where i will find my soul
will die
someday
alone
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Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
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"when you die i’ll come visit you he once said to me" I've had this happen to me before. Said by my guy best friend at that time. I can't recall exactly why he said it, it was 11 years ago. But I remember how badly it hurt 🥺 Loved your poem!