Last March

Time flies by
Leaving memories behind
The aisle that held fond memories of promises now holds your cold fallen smile

Age has caught up with the carcase that held this soul
Leaving behind a broken heart and a pair of teary eyes
In this same church
Where it all started
And it ends right there

Can you sense the tender of heart?
Can you bear to leave behind an aged spouse?
The hands that you held tight even with the last of your breath
Missing you is not a foreign phrase
But missing you is a foreign feeling so intense in this land of promise

Flowers flooded the church
As the bell chimes
Petals bringing well wishes of rainbow rains down from above
Promises of a lifetime is exchanged
It never occurs to anyone
A lifetime can mean forever so near
Tomorrow is nothing more than a lonely march to eternal rest