in memory
The last time I saw you I knew it was the last
You asked for help but help was beyond asking.
What you really wanted was a will, a testament,
Something we would carry on for you after you were gone.
You were afraid, you said, but it was the fear of a bride
The night before the ceremony, the fear of becoming
Something else. And then you kissed us all, and we,
Silly virgins, thought your kiss meant you’d remain with us,
The last time I saw you I knew it was the last.
You asked for help and we helped: Our faith and hope
Enabled you to say goodbye, and with all my heart
I hope your last thoughts were wrapped in love.
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