Departed
He left her side
Going... She knows not where
The last sound of footsteps
fading away
But... He will come back
Looking through old photographs
Love letters and places
He will be back.
He will come back to her caring arms
Her compassionate eyes
Their secret ways and her smiling face.
He will be back
A little bit too early
A little bit too late.
Far too late
Far too late to unlock the door to his desired faith.
Far too late for begging apologies
No one has ever returned from the dead.
Just a poem :)
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