They'Re Playing Our Song
As the heavy wooden door creaked open
I could hear the church bell chime
All heads turned to witness your arrival
Tears filled my eyes as the organist played ‘our’ song…
Whitney Houston’s I will always love you
The sweet scent of gardenias filled the air as you passed by
Your coffin was covered with your favourite flowers
I followed behind you and took my place in the pew
My darling … I will always love you
Submitted to best sad poem ever II
sponsored by Laura Loo
15th September 2015
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