Loose Ends

If only the afterlife appealed to me,

then maybe I’d convince myself that

we’ll see each other again,

that all I have to do is wait to die to

look into your eyes again,

but in my heart I sense the pain of

growing old without you,

of knowing that the next time we’ll

meet will be at one of our funerals.

© Sam Hunt, 2018

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