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I sit down by your grave
and wish you were here,
you left this world suddenly,
I cry crimson tears.

I long to be held
in your loving arms once more,
but it's too late to
want you back now.

I lay down on the wet earth
next to your grave,
I dream of your arms
reaching out to hold me.

The earth moves beneath me,
a hand reaches up
and grabs my arm.

I am being dragged into
the cold, wet earth,
my dreams came true,
I am with you
for all eternity.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.27/2004