Leave of Absence
There is a pending reality
Of which we dare not speak.
It concerns the finality
Of what is black and bleak.
The seasons are layered high
In which we have been one.
Now we note it with a sigh
The Reaper is due to come.
One of us with him must go.
So I hold you with all my might
Seeing the candle burning low
Not ready to forfeit the fight.
“I love you” we now oft repeat
At every turn and closing door.
It’s selfish of me and indiscreet
To foresee alone you I adore.
But we can’t view a closing scene.
I may be the one who is left alone.
Fated to live without my queen.
But faithed to believe He did atone.
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