Hold on

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Let go

Time stopped.
Stopped being right.
Block out the light for rain.
The air tastes stale.
It tastes like salt

Too many faces to recall,
So many hands and mouths.
Can you see the casket standing?
Can you hear the thunder roar?

Years later they will tell you.
It was a sunny day.
The words the mouths formed.
Where the casket now lays.

As you sit upon the stone,
And the thunder rolls back in.
The wind picks up too strong.

She whispers; hold on.

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