Its an old turn of phrase," she says,
Lifted from the golden days.
"Something about green grass," I hear,
Greener pastures in past years.
"Oh, dear, you know how it goes..."
When memory and reality come to blows,
"Its getting so hard to just remember,
Whispered with a sigh and a tremble,
The way his smile lit up his face.
Now just a frame around empty space.
I never thought hed leave me alone."
Walking alone in an empty home.
"When Im gone, dear, you must be brave.
They'll be together again, as dust in the waves.
I knew Id never last without him,"
She says, dreaming of her last ocean swim.
"When Im gone, dear, you must be brave.
They'll be together again, as dust in the waves.

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