A close encounter,
I could have been there,
Like them, eyes closed, skin cold,
Things left unsaid.
I could have joined the dead.
Without warning, the clock stops ticking,
Without goodbyes you fade away,
Leaving memories behind,
And people wishing for time to rewind.
If my clock stops,
And wets your eyes with tear drops,
Imagine my smile it won’t let you feel blue.
Remember I am a part of you…
Keep me in your heart,
If my clock stops and works us apart…
Remember I am a part of you… Keep me in your heart, If my clock stops and works us apart… Wonderful lines, Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul-touching poem about the mortality of life.