Her Last Breath
It was like a small sigh,
the last one she had left.
I was not ready to
hear her last breath.
Her passing was immanent
I knew this to be true
And you won't understand
until it happens to you
Hearing that sound changed
my life on that day
Realizing that life is
a hard game to play
You don't want to waste it
find a mission to complete
Don't give grass time to
grow under your feet.
Because before you know it
time will pass you by
and you're loved ones will be
listening to your last sigh.
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