Felt there was always more to say.
But how could I of?
But when should I of?
What words could have prolonged life.
What words could have made him see.
After all, it happened how it was supposed be.
Saw the error though.
Saw the cure.
What was it that caused it?
It couldn’t be fixed by the same way that got him there.
Pitched in, felt the weight of his heart, fear and pain.
A man always has a choice.
The choice is always his.
Giving all you have, is all you can do.
When it is our time we give into and accept
our true strength which is our release and our surrender.
We know when it is our time.
When we are to reach out of time and accept eternity.
When we have left the physical life we are of the mind,
where we have always been and will be eternally ever after.
Many times if not in all cases if we choose to notice in ones passing
the connections we have had become even stronger then they were
in the physical plain.
We are one and have always been.
Our love runs deep.
I always felt there was more to say.
Yet, there is always more to feel and understand beyond what words
© 2012 Louis J. Auslander