#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
tick tick tock
Let us not weep,
tick tock
For she is at her journey’s end,
tock
Left with no memories to mend.
Time has run its course and tears
will steal my pain as they flow from my eyes.
You will gradually vanish from my thoughts as memories of your face
struggle to remain alive in my dreams.
I wish I could share your...