Walk With Me

Walk with me through a cemetery
With old knotted trees
Where the wind whispers
Through the leaves
For eternity.

When I’m gone,
It will be a long time
Without kissing your hand,
Hearing the melody of your voice,
Or quietly watching you stand
Beside flowering garden plants.

If there is no reality
After this one,
I’ll still miss you.

poem by Uriah HamiltonReport problemRelated quotes
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