If you had twenty four hours left to live,
you'd tell everyone you loved and give
them every precious second of time
and consider anything less a crime.
You'd hug your loved ones and give a kiss
and hope that you'll be sorely missed.
The secret escorts you to your grave
because you know there's nothing to save.
You'll close your eyes and say goodbye
and hope to rise up to the sky
with mournful tears and hearts to break
scattered in your heavenly wake.
They'll fight their way through grief's stages
with tear stains littering empty journal pages.
They'll wonder why you never said it before,
why you couldn't just have hugged them more.
And when they triumph over grief,
the tears will dry, or least be brief.
But most of all they'll try to fill the hole
that was once the home of your soul.
And if you could do it all again,
you'd hold them tight and try to mend
the broken parts before you die
and leave each day with spirits high.
So when you look down from above,
you'll leave no doubt that they were loved.
Causes Maria Badillo Supports
Foundation to Decrease WorldSuck