WHEN I’M GONE
When I’m gone I don’t want to look down from the heavens and see any of you cry;
We never know what tomorrow may bring, so just in case I never have the chance, this letter is my goodbye.
Words and verses have shaped my life, so it seems quite fitting that this piece of paper can record my goodbye kiss;
I am sat here wondering will heaven be so great I won’t even have the chance to miss.
Try to look at it as I am not dead, I have just gone away for a while, and we will be back together soon;
The air around me is so quiet, I could even hear a pin if it were to drop in this room.
Don’t think of me when the rain falls, just try to only remember me when the skies are blue;
To my little family you will never be alone, I will always be there watching over you.
Some people will call me morbid for writing this letter, maybe they are immortal, but unless I am mistaken dying is the one thing we all at some point will face;
I like to think my Grandparents are in heaven, and I am hoping they have saved me a place.
When you are sad I will hold you, when you need to talk to me just shout up towards the sky;
I will still laugh with you when you are happy, and I will still try to wipe away your tears when you cry.
I wonder what happens when you die, does the world stop spinning, in death does time stand still;
Or maybe it’s like in “The Matrix”, and someone will offer me a red or blue pill.
I do have one request, in my casket could you put a pen and a few pieces of paper;
I want to record all the things I see, so I can rewrite history when I am reincarnated many years later.
So keep this letter safe, then one day when I’m gone dust it off, and we can once again be together;
A life time is so very short, but I promise you these words will echo forever.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012