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That Dreamless Sleep
My dearest,
Its been too long; sixteen years, six months and twenty-two days since that fateful, moonless night. And the world is still burning. And I am still learning how to go on and on and on without you. Don’t you know my heart is still aching? Every day I give my all to stop it breaking. Still, in my bones I know Gods grace has brought you peace.
Ever since you fell into that dreamless sleep —
I dream of you endlessly.
Now, day and night,
my soul is a river of dreams where you are a tree planted in a stream.
Out here,
how sad that your grave stone gathers dust
and begins to rust in the wilderness of my memory.
How sad that I cannot measure the time between your last breath
and (don’t remember) the last words that you spoke to me.
But I can hold onto your essence if I hold onto my dreams,
until I, too, fall into that dreamless sleep
and your grandchildren remember you and me
and dream of us endlessly.
Rest up.
Yours forever,
Me
