Ode to the fallen ones

You who have gone before us
Reminding us of our own mortality
Keeping us on the straight and narrow
Reminding us of the ticking clocks of time
That our days are in fact numbered and known
Our time is coming soon
When we will join you

We remember you
We remember the laughter
We remember your faces in the sun
We remember the songs we sang together
We remember the dances we danced
We remember the times together
We remember the silence
We remember everything we left unsaid
We remember the love we did not love
We remember the kisses we did not kiss
We remember the unspoken words
We remember the unlaughed laughter
We remember the unsung songs
We remember it all

We should have told you how we felt
How you made us feel
What you meant to us
But courage failed us
We were scared
We are scared
We are afraid

But we trudge on
Hoping to meet one day
In another world
Where we will dance again
Where we will smile again
Where we will laugh again
Where we will sing again

Until then, rest
Until then, pray for us
Until then, watch over us
Until then,be with us

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